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nicomundthered · 2 years ago

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To Be Hunted

pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

warnings: angst with happy ending, animal death briefly mentioned.

summary: from the prompt- Arthur teaching the reader (his girlfriend) to hunt.

word count: 5,217

a/n: repost from ao3.

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It was late July, and hot as the fire Uncle just crudely pissed beside. Everyone sat miserably waiting for the scouting party to return. Dutch decided it was best to move camps, needing to be closer to some sort of wealth, so the ‘men of the camp’ were out searching for greener pastures. Or really just some place the gang had yet to tap dry.

You had been riding with said gang for the past eight months.

After your life didn’t quite end up as you planned, you kinda stuck with the mindset of: this world is rough so you gotta be tough.

Which really had already built you up too much. In truth you were found walking aimlessly in the Heartlands, after your horse had collapsed, dead.

If it hadn't been for Arthur being kind enough to take you to the gang, who knows where you’d be by now.

The fact was nobody gave damn about you, until he found you.

And you’ve enjoyed your stay for the most part. You had food, a place to sleep, and probably the most beneficial you had constant protection. However, you didn’t want to sound ungrateful or spoiled or anything, but Dutch was very protective of the ladies, and did not want them involved with much of anything. A little pickpocketing here, a little playing a damsel in distress there. But that was really it.

As a general rule he wanted all of you doing the domestic work, while the men got their hands dirty.

He meant it nobly you supposed, but for a woman like yourself, it didn’t sit right. You missed doing things, and going places. Even if it were risky or out of your comfort zone. You just felt like you could do, and perhaps be more.

That was all until you started going steady with Arthur. Then little, by little, you had picked up more responsibilities. Small, unimportant things if you looked at the big picture, but better than cleaning Bill’s soiled union suit.

You mainly helped steal livestock. Always late into the night, and always with Arthur by your side. And on the very rarest of occasions you’ve helped with some homestead robberies. They were a little more intense, and you could tell that they made Arthur a nervous wreck.

He had given you one of his revolvers and had shown you all the basics, but you still weren't great. If practice makes perfect, then how the hell were supposed to learn?

Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard horses and laid your eyes on Arthur leading the group. His freshly cleaned blue shirt was brown with mud and his coat was missing.

They hitched their horses, all looking very irritated, and seemed to be avoiding Arthur’s gaze.

“What the hell happened?” You called out while making your way to them, eyes worriedly searching Arthur for injuries.

“Damn O’driscoll’s.” Arthur stormed past you infuriated. He made his way to his tent and threw his hat onto his bed. Then he kicked the side of his trunk while muttering all kinds of things, then sat down with his hands in his hair, and his elbows resting on his legs.

You were frozen to the spot, not sure what you should or shouldn't do. This was, for sure, uncharted territory. Arthur didn't lose his cool.

Hosea walked up and stood beside you. “We were ambushed. Those damn Irish bastards somehow knew...If it hadn’t been for his quick thinkin’ I reckon we’d all be dead right about now.” He gently patted your shoulder and left you alone.

Your relationship was still pretty new. You’ve known that you’ve liked him since meeting him but it didn’t get serious until a few weeks ago.

And boy did it get serious, fast.

At first he seemed reluctant. He liked you, but you had to keep convincing him that you wanted the relationship. And then, after some questioning, and maybe even an ultimatum, he had told you about Mary and the damage that she’d done...and then, then he told you about Isaac.

You're not saying that you fully understood. You couldn’t, you had never had nor lost a child. But it helped you recognize and understand certain behaviors and tendencies of his. When he’d pull away from you, or why it took him so long to kiss you. Or, sometimes why he needed space. He was, at times, the most self loathing person that you'd ever met. It didn't necessarily hurt your relationship but it did make it, at times very challenging.

It happened the first time, a couple of days after he told you about his son. In a way, the confession freed him. He touched you more, albeit in private, but that was fine by you.

Then he asked if you wanted to take a trip to Strawberry.

You were excited, not having left camp in what felt like months. He bought you dinner, and offered to buy you a new outfit, but you declined. You hoped to soon earn your own money and buy your own clothes. He worked too hard for the gang to waste his money on a dress, when people in the camp were hungry.

He was anxious about something, and you weren't sure what it was until he nervously rubbed the back of his neck and stated that it was getting late, and that he could buy a room if you wanted.

You blushed and nodded ‘yes’ that you wanted to stay. He moved so quickly to pay that he almost tripped over his chair.

He grabbed your hand, his palm was uncharacteristically sweaty, and the other couldn’t stop fidgeting with his collar. As he led you up the stairs into the small yet cozy room.

It was your first time sharing a bed and you were worried it would be awkward. Especially because of how different he was acting.

You both stripped down to your underclothes. He complimented you and told you how beautiful you were. You both got under the covers, you were too worried that you were somehow pressuring him into this.

But in reality he was just waiting for you to make the next move.

The room was cold and Arthur was warm, and before either of you knew it you were snuggled closely, drifting off to sleep.

You woke to the sun creeping in from around the dark drapes. Disoriented at first until you felt his strong arms holding you firm against his body. You turned slightly, just enough to look at his face.

He looked so peaceful, something you weren't used to seeing. Dutch was gonna work him to death. And that was the thought that urged you forward. You softly kissed his brow, and then placed one on either side of his slightly parted mouth.

His eyes opened slowly and when they locked with yours, he could no longer hold himself back. His mouth explored, and his full concentration was solely on you.

The only way to describe that morning was, you, for the first time in your life felt complete.

Ever since your trip to Strawberry your relationship was different. He had developed an appetite that only you could satisfy. He still wasn't keen on public affection, he just wasn't comfortable with all the wondering eyes.

So you were the one that insisted on letting the camp know he was yours. It made you proud, and you knew that deep down Arthur was thankful for your boldness. So you’d grab his hand or reach up to kiss him anytime you felt that he needed it, or whenever you did, it didn't matter who it was in front of.

Though, you were still not sharing a tent. You wanted to, but didn’t want to push him into anything he wasn’t ready for.

That was the imbalance of your relationship. He sometimes wouldn’t talk, and sometimes neither would you.

As you watched him sitting on his cot, you realized that for as long as you've known him, you couldn’t recall ever seeing him like this. You didn’t know what he needed, and you didn’t want to make the wrong move. He truly was fragile. More so than anyone knew, anyone but you.

You slowly walked over to him, his head still hung low. “Arthur, you ok?”

He looked up hesitantly, the untrained eye wouldn't have noticed, but you saw the extra moisture in his eyes.

He plastered on a fake half smile and said “Would you want to go hunting with me tomorrow?”

You were taken aback and felt your eyebrows pinch together. “Arthur?...”

You gasped as he suddenly reached forward and grabbed both of your hands. “I just really think we should go hunting.”

“O..ok. Whatever you want to do tomorrow sounds good to me.” You tried to smile, but you felt it fall flat. Something wasn't right, and you were more than worried about him.

He stood abruptly “Good, we’ll leave first thing in the morning.” He kissed you on the top of your head and pulled you into a fierce hug that almost winded you. Then as quick as it happened, he let go, and walked across the camp to Charles.

You couldn’t sleep. Anxiety found its place in your chest, your breath was short, and your heartbeat felt a few beats quicker.

The hours ticked by slowly until the moon disappeared and the sun lit the sky a soft pink.

You sensed his presence and heard his footsteps, before you heard him gently calling your name. You turned over slowly pretending you had just had a good night's sleep.

He looked fully prepared for the day. Hat and coat were already on, and you looked over to your horses only to see that they both were saddled and ready.

“You about ready to go?”

You stood slowly, feeling probably how you looked, tired. When you studied his features from under the brim of his hat, you noticed that he didn’t look much better.

“Let me change and eat something.”

“Here.” He passed you a can of biscuits.

You looked at him a little angry at his impatience.

“Stew ain’t done yet, and I want to get out of here before Miss Grimshaw gets mad at me for takin’ ya.”

You nodded accepting both the biscuits and the explanation.

You wore your favorite outfit. It was a black buttoned up top with dark jeans that you liked to tuck into your black boots. It matched perfectly with your black hat that had a green ribbon around the base. You liked to call it your ‘outlaw’ uniform, because you always wore it when you were ‘outlawing’ (plus it made you feel badass), but Arthur hated that.

He hated what he felt that he made you into one. He hadn’t though, you would have become one, one way or another, either that or died. It was truly inevitable.

When you met him at your horses, he looked you up and down, a not so subtle frown on his face. He had grown to hate the outfit. It wasn’t that you didn't look great, it was the implications of it.

“I don’t want to hear it. I didn’t want to ruin any of my other clothes.”

He exhaled out of his nose and moved his horse forward, not even waiting for you to mount.

You stroked your horse lovingly, stuck one foot into the stirrups and then swung the other leg over until you were sitting high on his back.

You didn’t rush to catch up to Arthur. If he wanted to ride with you he’d have to slow down to your pace. You were gonna savor every second away from those annoying people you called your family. You weren't going to let his strange mood ruin your fun.

After a few minutes he seemed annoyed that you weren't beside him, so he turned around making a big circle and until you were riding alongside him.

It was then you noticed that he had two bows and what seemed like an excessive amount of arrows. You felt a thrill, more than a little excited to learn something new.

He led you to a spot not too far away from camp, maybe forty five minutes. And if you considered your slow pace, not far at all.

He offered to help you off of your horse, the first sign of your Arthur that you've seen in what felt like a long time. You accepted his hand as he helped you down.

He smiled at you as his hands naturally found your hips. He looked like he wanted to say something but instead he reached behind him and handed you the bow. “Charles made this for ya.”

“For me?” You looked at the dark wood with little vine-like carvings. “Wow, it's so beautiful.”

He swallowed thickly, and his eyes wandered not being able to look at you for too long. “You can thank him when we get back”.

“Oh I definitely will. I’ve always wanted my own bow.”

He looked back to you, the same strange expression on his handsome face.

“We’ll follow the sun a bit.” He pulled out his binoculars and looked ahead. “There’s always deer around these parts.”

“Should I be taking notes?” You were trying to poke fun to lighten the dark mood, but either he didn’t hear the humor in your voice, or maybe he didn't think it was funny.

“Nah, you've got a good memory.”

He then taught you how to hide your horses, but to never hitch them. That way they'd be able to come when you whistled. Which was very important when you had a large animal carcass.

Then he led you, on foot, through some trees, until you came upon an area of dense brush. He crouched and you copied him.

“Alright. Now I’m gonna teach you about tracking.”

You nodded like the diligent student you were. You liked ‘instructor’ Arthur. He was demanding and intense. It turned you on…

“You even listenin’ to me?”

You blushed and ducked your head. “Of course I am.”

“Then what did I just finish sayin’?” He stood, cocked his hips to the side, and then placed both hands on his gun belt.

You stood and tilted your head in an attempt of defiance.. “You were talkin’ about tracking.”

“What about it?”

After your long pause, he grew slightly frustrated. He took off his hat and pulled out his handkerchief to wipe his face and back of his neck. Then he messed with the fold of his hat before placing it back on his head.

He did the action to calm himself down. You suspected that it stopped him from fussing at you.

“Look, if you ain’t gonna take this seriously…”

“I want to learn.”

“Ok then.” He went on to explain how to track, and all the things you could find that animals left behind. Fur, droppings, and all kinds of fun stuff like that.

After tracking for a few minutes, he found a trail. He expertly followed it, speaking lowly, but still giving you plenty of pointers along the way.

Then he looked back at you and brought one finger to his lips. You quietly caught up. There were five deer, spread far enough apart to see individually, peacefully grazing on grass.

He whispered so softly you could barely hear him. He explained how to pick the right one to kill. You wanted to make sure it wasn’t sick, or had a fawn nearby.

He grabbed his bow, briefly showing you how to hold it, grabbed an arrow, and stood. Then he pulled the arrow back with his strong arm, gave a quick whistle, and when the deer looked up he let go. Killing the animal instantly.

The whole process was a bit sad to you. But the way that Arthur handled it, was the most humane way to do it. You needed to eat, the deer was food, and Arthur didn’t let it suffer.

You had never killed anything so seeing the animal laying there was a different experience. You ate animal every time you ate stew, and to eat stew someone had to do the exact thing you had just witnessed.

It was something that you’d get better at, you’d already felt less squeamish the more you looked at the dead animal.

“If we come across some more before it gets too late, I’ll teach you how to skin it, and the cleanest way to get its meat.”

Before you could protest the morbid idea, not quite trusting your adjusting stomach to go that far, he whistled loudly and after a few seconds you heard his horse galloping.

He took the arrow out, wiped the blood off, and placed the deer on the back of his horse. You went ahead and whistled for your horse as well, for some reason you wanted them to stay together. Then you both lead them to a secluded area, so you could continue your hunt.

“Ok, this next one is all you.” He gestured for you to take the lead.

You gulped. You had paid attention, you truly did. But having to remember things on the spot made you slightly nervous. That and the fact that Arthur wasn't himself. He was more intimidating and serious and that made you more than a little anxious. You didn't want to disappoint him.

At first you were doing great. After a few minutes of looking for droppings, you had found some, and that made the trail pretty clear. So you followed and followed, until you lost it completely.

He was positive and encouraged you. Afterall, this was your first time doing so. Frankly, he just seemed happy that you’d remembered some of his lessons.

Then a couple of hours later, you had lost count on how many animal turds you had inspected, you had finally found a small herd.

You smiled back at him, and as he caught up looking at what you'd found, he briefly let a smile escape through whatever was going through his head.

“Now what?” You stood close to him and whispered.

He nodded to your bow, which you pulled out, and went a step ahead and retrieved an arrow as well.

He stood behind you, so close that you could feel his breath on the back of your neck. He gently placed your arms where they needed to go pressed his body firmly against yours, pulling the bow back.

You held your breath as you felt his strong arms guide you, and when you felt his warm-calloused hands grip your hand and then your hip, you couldn’t help it, a little moan escaped as you looked up at him.

Unfortunately for you, this was at the same time he chose to release your arrow. It flew and fell a good ways away from the deer, causing the herd to disperse.

“Goddamnit!” He yelled.

You jumped at the unexpected outburst.

“Why can’t you just pay attention!?” He threw your bow down and started walking the opposite way, back towards the horses.

You stood frozen for a moment, and tried to understand what had just happened. Then when you were over the initial shock you picked up your bow and followed.

When you caught up you walked backwards so that you were facing him. “What the hell was that Arthur?” You were angry and your voice let it show.

His brows were pinched tightly and the brim of his hat was pushed down lower than usual.

He ignored you, and continued walking with long strides.

“Hey.” He didn’t stop.

“Hey!” You stopped in front of him, causing him to run into you before he looked up and stopped.

“What?” He had the nerve to grumble at you.

You took a deep breath and calmed down before speaking. “Look, I don’t know what's going on with you…”

“It’s nothin’.” He cut you off sharply.

“Well it's obviously something.” You took off your hat so he could see your expressions more clearly. “I know that I ain’t a natural or nothin’ but you don’t have to treat me like an idiot. This was my first time, and you know that.”

“You were distracted. You weren’t even paying any attention.” His voice was harsh and absolute. His eyes avoided yours.

“Yeah that's cause this guy who i've been courting had his big strong arms on me.” You said in a southerbell voice, while fanning yourself with your hat dramatically. You regretted it immediately when he didn't even smirk.

“Look I’m not going to apologize that I'm attracted to you.” You took a step forward getting just in his space. “And when you put your hands on me, I think of all the things those hands have done and can do.”

“A lot of killing.” He murmured

“Yeah...that’s true. But that ain’t quite what I was thinkin’.” You stood on your toes and kissed him.

It was the first time he hadn’t eagerly responded to one of your kisses, and an icey fear shot through your veins.

You took a giant step back. It all made sense now. “Are you trying to break up with me?” Your voice sounded dead to your own ears.

That got his attention. His whole face crumbled, and your Arthur came back. He took off his hat so that you could see him as he could you. “God no. How could you even ask that?”

“Well you seemed to be pretty annoyed with me.”

“I...I ain’t annoyed.” He sighed and shook his head.

You placed your hands on your hips, and raised an eyebrow.

“I’m really not.”

“You could have fooled me.”

“It’s not an easy thing for me to explain.”

Your face cooled down and your hands dropped by your side. “It’s ok we got time.” You looked up at him pleadingly. “Talk to me, please.”

He took a deep breath and nodded his head. He knew that he had to come clean, but he wasn’t sure he could do it. He looked around for a comfortable spot. “Fine. Let's go sit under that tree.”

He walked you over to a smooth boulder, under a big tree. You sat down side by side, thighs barely touching.

He placed his hands in his lap, as his fingers played with a tear in his pants.

You wanted him to speak first, no you needed him to speak first. Even though he said he wasn't ending things with you, it still felt like it. So you waited and waited, until he finally cleared his throat a few times and started to speak.

“Yesterday, when we was out lookin’ for a new camp.” He paused and worked his jaw a few times. “Everything was fine one minute. Bill was saying all these ignorant things and Hosea was schoolin’ him…” His eyes squinted at the memory. “And then out of nowhere, we were surrounded by O’driscoll’s.”

You laid your hand on his thigh, and without a second thought he grabbed a hold of it tightly. You felt a little less scared at the reassurance. His hand in your hand made the world feel right again.

“Dutch froze. He looked so shocked and angry. Like he couldn’t believe this was happenin’ to him.” His gaze was on the horizon, it looked as though he was reliving every detail.

“And then what happened?” You asked as your thumb rubbed circles on the back of his hand.

“He, he pulled out his guns and just started shootin’ em’.”

Your eyes widened. “Without trying to talk to them first?”

He shook his head. “He didn’t even try.”

“That doesn't sound like Dutch.”

“No it doesn't.” He sighed heavily. “Everyone but Dutch ran for cover. He just stood there in the middle of the field. Guns blazing. He looked insane, I don’t think he even blinked. I told everyone to cover him, while Charles and I went around them and flanked the bastards.”

“I’m glad at least you had a plan.” You said proudly. You knew that it wasn't important to him, but you always felt that he would make a good leader. He had something most leaders didn't, he actually cared about people.

He gave a humorless chuckle. “I suppose.”

“Why did you show up so dirty?”

“I came up on a group of them. I started shooting and then this sonofabitch tackled me from behind. We fell off of a small cliff and landed in mud.”

You panicked slightly. “You said you were ok.”

He turned, his piercing eyes stared straight into yours. “I’m fine...I know that we only fell for a few seconds but, but for the first time in my life...I was scared I was gonna die.”

“Cause he…”

“Cause I was afraid I couldn’t get back to you.” His eyes welled with tears and he quickly looked away in frustration. “Damnit, I’ve just never felt this way before, and I don't really know what i'm saying or how to say it.”

You sat quietly trying to take the confession in. Did you make him weak?

“...and if all of us would have died. What would have happened to y'all back at camp?”

“We would have figured something out.”

“None of you can even hunt.”

Then all the pieces fell into place, and the picture was clear. “Arthur I’m a grown woman..”

“And you're mine to look out for.” He squinted like he didn’t like how that sounded. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No you are right. I am yours. Always. But you don't have to always look out for me.”

“I do though.” He turned fully towards you taking both your hands, reminding you of yesterday. “Look if I die out there, doing god knows what.”

You violently shook your head as tears welled up in your eyes.

“It, it could happen. And we both need to face them facts. If I were to not come back...I, I can’t die thinkin’ that you was left alone, not knowing how to defend yourself, or how to find food.” He leaned into your palm as you wiped a tear. “I ain’t strong enough for that. It scares the living shit out of me.”

He returned the favor and wiped some of your falling tears. “Don’t worry about me like that. I’d figure it out, you know I would.”

“I can’t help it. Leaving you would be the most difficult thing I’ve ever done, and knowing that I made you an outlaw. Knowin’ that you couldn’t find honest work, or an honest husband because of me...”

“It ain’t your fault. You saved me.”

He pulled you to him. Unable to continue. He just wanted to forget everything.

The hug was fierce and you held on for dear life, and you heard him whisper, mostly to himself “and you saved me.” He was anchoring you at this very moment, without it you don’t think you would have been strong enough to stay upright.

“And I couldn’t help but think that I never would have gotten the chance.”

“What chance?”

He pulled back so he could look at you. “To tell ya how much you mean to me.”

You smiled. “I would have known.”

“I love you.”

You smiled wide. Your whole body felt warm and your heartbeat quickened. “I love you too Arthur. So very much.”

He kissed you. It wasn’t gentle but it also wasn’t rough. A perfect balance.

He kissed you until you felt his ridgid shoulders soften, and all the stress of yesterday disappear.

He looked in your eyes and spoke softly. “I’m so lucky.”

“Make me a promise then, please.”

“Anything.” He responded resolutely.

“If you ever have something like that going on in your mind you talk to me. Ok?”

His eyes hardened a little.

“I’ve spent the last twenty four hours worried about you. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn't eat. I even left the biscuits you gave me back at camp. And if you would have just told me how serious this was to you I would have been a better student.”

He smiled. “You were a fine student. I was just a little impatient is all.”

“No I most certainly wasn't. I was far too distracted by the teacher. Even if he was a little impatient.” You winked playfully.

He smirked.

You turned serious again. “Promise me. Please?”

“Alright I promise. But you have to know by now I ain’t an easy man to live with. Sometimes I bottle up and I’m not exactly sure why. And I'm definitely not used to being loved...It feels amazin’ don't get me wrong, I just ain’t used to.”

“Then I guess I got to work on you then.”

Grinning at your playful tone, he started kissing you again.

It was much, much later before you both returned to camp. The sky was purple and stars were becoming visible. The campfire was blazing, and, thankfully, the night air was much cooler.

You brought back two deer carcasses. Mr. Pearson was very happy and began prepping them right away.

After dropping off the deer, Arthur grabbed a beer, while you walked over to your bedroll. You packed all of your stuff and just as you stood, Karen walked up with a knowing look about her.

“And where do you think you're going?”

You stood proudly. “Arthur and I are sharing a cot.”

“About damn time.” She laughed while sashaying away, looking for trouble.

On your way to his wagon you passed by Charles, who was carrying a load of firewood.

“Oh Charles, thank you so much for the bow. It is the most beautiful one i've ever seen.”

He smiled. “I’m glad you liked it. Arthur made me build it so fast I was worried I wouldn’t have time to add the details.”

“It’s perfect, honest. Thank you.”

“You are very welcome. Anytime you need something like that let me know. All I ask is to give me some time in advance.”

You chuckled. “Ok no problem.”

You made your way over to his wagon and paused while looking at all of his stuff. It wasn’t the first time you studied his pictures, but it was the first time you noticed Mary's was missing.

At the start of a vulgar campfire song you looked over to your strange family. Arthur was probably on his second beer by now, and judging by the way he was enjoying himself it would be far from his last.

You sat a few of your beloved trinkets down on the table next to his flower in a jar. Set a picture of your parents next to the one of his mother, and placed your bow next to his in the corner. Then you shoved the rest of your things, and your clothes under his cot. You’d have to get some storage of your own soon.

You stood back admiring your work. Everything of yours looked somehow better mingled with his.

Satisfied with how everything looked, you made your way over to the campfire. He saved you a seat, greeted you with a big slightly drunken smile, and offered you a fresh beer.

After a few bars and a few beers, you found yourself happily singing along.

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owlswritingcafe · 2 years ago

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♠ Run, Run As Fast As You Can ♠

Kinktober (Yandere Edition) Day 1

Day 1: Harper (Camp Willow Peak)

Kinks/CW: Pred/Prey Chase, Biting (giving), Monster fucking, Brat Taming, Clit/pussy spanking, Slight squirting mention, Safe word mention,

Reader type: GN + AFAB parts described, Harper switches between Cara mia & Cara Mio

Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: There was a strange creature that you had encountered on your little nightly walk. Of course, the time you talk a nightly walk by yourself, a weird ass shadow creature hunts you down. You seriously have the worst luck! ... Or do you?

A/N: I finally have the chance to write my little brain rot! I'm worried Harper will be too ooc though ;; totally worried I didnt do him justice. (also i was ttoo in the zone of writing and the fic became 12 pgs) Harper is from @/campwillowpeak, please check them out and their demo when it comes out! (The banner for this fic was created by me, please do not steal and repost anywhere which extends to this fic)

Run…

You have to keep running.

You have to run as far as your legs could take your adrenaline filled body, wincing from the pain from the scratches and cuts on your bare legs after taking a particularly rough shortcut.

Run…

The sharp, stray branches graciously gifting your legs with fresh scratches as you sprinted through the narrow and bush filled thicket. A sense of relief washes over you as you near the end of the trail, revealing an open glade. The previously tense pressure inside you starts to relax completely as you take in the view of the empty glade, the rustling noises that were chasing you earlier had stopped. Slowly and cautiously, you start to walk toward the single tree that resided in the otherwise empty grassy clearing. Your fingers glided over the rough bark of the lonely tree.

Spikes of fear once again pricked your body as the sound of rustling bushes started once again. You backed away slowly, your back facing the tree.

Was it just you or… Were the shadows of the glade moving?

This wasn't a simple flickering light or windy day situation. The shadows of the grassy clearing were fluctuating in size, as if they were undulating tendrils searching for its prey. The shadows of the glade slowly started to surround you as you backed into the tree behind you. The undulating shadows fully surround you and the tree. Despite the undulating movements, the movements of the shadows were poised and elegant, almost as if they were dancers in a ballet.

You would have been mesmerized if it weren't for the feeling of your heart practically beating right out of your chest. You tried to move back, practically pressing into the tree as you tried to keep your feet away from the shadows as if it were water. You had been so busy trying to get away from the shadows before you that you hadn’t noticed the sound of rustling leaves getting closer with each movement of the shadowy tendrils.

While looking at the dancing shadows by your feet, you noticed some stray leaves had fallen from the tree you had pressed up against. Dread filled you to the brim as more and more leaves started their descent downwards and graced the ground near your feet and even landed on top of your fear stricken shoulders.

This was not a simple abscission from the tree, these leaves fell from external pressure…

You could feel your heart beating in your chest, everything felt at a standstill as you craned your neck upwards to the shadows of the tree.

Only darkness greeted you from above.

It felt as if time had stopped as you stared into the eyes of the darkness.

It stares back at you.

For even a moment, you think that the shadows that previously surrounded you had stopped its undulating movements as if they were watching your movements and wanting to see what you would do next.

And just like a falcon catching its prey, a shadowy figure emerged from the darkness and lunged towards your fear stricken form.

The dancing shadows of the field had also lunged toward your location, but it wasn’t aiming towards you…

Oh no, no, no…

The shadowy tendrils of the grassy field had aimed to the tree behind you to connect with the shadowy creature who had jumped out at you. Its shadowy body now coils itself around you, immobilizing you in the creature’s grasp, its cold, shadowy flesh.

Despite its sudden appearance, the grip the creature had on you wasn’t threatening, it was almost comforting and warm (maybe not quite physically on that aspect).

A deep rumble emitted from the creature, resembling a guttural laugh. The intensity of the laugh practically reverberated through your skull and bones.

The creature’s face was now inches from yours, you gulped as you took in what you could of the shadow creature’s face in the darkness of the grassy glade. It had a sickeningly large smile full of razor sharp teeth, the whites of its eyes were the only thing other than its teeth that aren’t blending in with the dark colors of its almost ethereal body.

Unhinging its jaw, what uncoiled from its mouth was what you assumed was its tongue. The slimy appendage was practically a foot long and was a similar glowing purple hue as its streaks in its hair… At least, you assume it’s hair.

Almost as if the appendage had a mind of its own, it starts to move curling its wet form around your neck and face, almost caressing you.

You gulped, that action made you feel so…

So…

Frustrated!

“Harper! How many times do I have to tell you not to do that!” You whined, the shadow creature only gave a rumbling laugh in response as it continued to caress your face with its disgusting tongue, much to your dismay. The shadow creature then held you close in a firm embrace, not enough to crush you, but certainly enough for you to not be able to run away. The previous heaviness of the creature’s weight started to dissipate as the ethereal body started to become more solid and flesh-like, a much more familiar feeling under your fingertips.

“Oh, Cara Mia, I know you like it when I do that,” It is true, you did like the way his monster tongue felt, but there was no way you were going to admit that to him. “Or maybe, you like the way my tongue feels normally?” Your tall boyfriend opened his mouth as he did in his monster form, revealing his long and pierced tongue. His human tongue isn’t nearly as long as his other form, but for human standards… It’s pretty fucking long.

“Yeah, no. You can keep it in your mouth.” Harper lets out a low chuckle.

“Wouldn’t you prefer it down your throat, Cara Mio?” Before you could say another snarky remark, you felt the wet appendage lick up your tender neck, the piercings almost felt hot against your skin from the warmth of his mouth. You bit your lips so as to not give him the satisfaction of hearing you moan.

“Come on, my love, you know you want to feel my tongue all over your cute body… No need to be shy around me,” Harper’s whisper tickled your ear as he started to kiss the tips of your heated ears. “Just let go and let me do allll the work, Cara Mia~. After all, that was the deal we made.” His sweet little tone absolutely frustrated the hell out of you! The whole premise of the deal was totally rigged from the start, he is able to use his powers and what can you do? You glared at the smug man (to the best of your abilities, honestly it may come across as more of a pout because his smirk only widened at your reaction).

You know…

A very tempting intrusive thought had wriggled itself into your mind at the sigh of Harper crouched over you, his neck on full display.

Perhaps…

The overgrown gremlin should get a taste of their own medicine.

You slowly travel your hand to the bottom hem of Harper’s shirt by your thumb, slowly gliding it upwards to reveal his scarred torso and pierced nipples.

“Oho? You’re getting pretty bold today, Cara-” Before your boyfriend could finish his sentence, you close your fingers around the bunched up shirt and tug him closer to you, making it easier to reach his exposed neck. You pounced on his jugular just as he pounced on you prior.

That’ll teach him for being so smug about cheating in a game.

While you were latched onto Harper’s neck, you felt the rumble from his neck as he growled, the feeling of the rumble almost rattled your brain.

“Oh, my love… That was the worst decision you could have made.” Before you could take off running, you feel tendrils reach out from the shadows and wrap itself around your waist and bind your arms behind your back, holding you in place. The tall man lifted an index finger, twirling it in the air as if to conduct the shadowy tendrils to turn you around and have you against the tree behind you. You felt Harper move behind you properly, his warm breath tickling the shell of your ear.

“You remember the safe word, Cara Mio?” You nodded as you craned your neck a bit to properly look at the man who was over you, a devious little smirk .

“Yeah, it was ‘Gavin’, right?” The disappointed look in his eyes was palpable and it was absolutely worth the punishment you were going to get soon.

“Kidding, it’s pineapple.” The look in Harper’s softened, but only a little bit before he rips the bottoms of your clothes off.

“Hey!” Your boyfriend chuckled once more at your exclamation of his action.

“Heh, I know this is your favorite part whenever we have some fun. After all,” You felt the shapeshifter’s hand travel downwards and rubbing your twitching clit. “You’re already so wet for me and I’ve only just started…” Once again, it was true, the man practically knew you inside and out, he even knows the little things that get you all hot and bothered. Which included ripping your clothes off, it was certainly faster and honestly a hell of a lot sexier than the traditional way.

Of course, it’s his wallet suffering the consequences.

You bit your lip, trying to stifle the sounds that were trying to escape from your lips. You felt the tendrils hit your ass, the flesh heating up from the sudden contact.

“You know better than to hold back those noises… Come on, sing for me, Cara Mio~” You felt his large hands caress the globes of your sore ass, a very comforting gesture that was quickly ended after feeling a large hand strike the right side of your ass. That definitely almost got you.

“Don’t you wanna be a good little lamb for me?” You felt Harper’s sharp teeth nibble your ear as he snaked one of his hands towards your neck, gripping your neck but not enough to restrict your breathing. “Is this okay?” You whisper a verbal yes, his hand starts to grip a little tighter as two of his fingers poke at your lips, slowly trying to push their way inside.

You felt his other hand move to your dripping cunt, his long fingers gently ghosting over your wet lower lips. You try your best to hold back your moans once more, until you feel a sharp pinch to your sensitive little clit, causing you to let out a gasp at the sudden action which gives the man an opportune time to explore your mouth with his long fingers.

It tasted like grass and strangely enough, coffee. He made sure not to explore your mouth too far back but just enough to keep your mouth open to let you release all the delicious noises you’ve holding back on. Harper continued to rub your pussy, slowly pushing his fingers inside.

“That’s right, Cara Mia… Let it all out, you sound so wonderful.” Harper moved closer to your body, his hard clothed erection rubbing against your bare ass. The man gently guided your neck back so you could look up at him as he looked downwards, his fingers still keeping your mouth open and forcing you to drool all over his long fingers. “God… You look just as amazing as you sound as usual.” Keeping your mouth open with his slender fingers, you feel Harper’s tongue against yours.

The whole act was absolutely carnal and desperate, his tongue filled your mouth and curled around your considerably shorter tongue, his heated piercings occasionally clicking against your teeth as he fucked your throat with his long tongue.

Another devious intrusive thought had crossed your mind, although perhaps it would be too mean of you… But, it would provide an interesting reaction.

As you debated on whether you should or shouldn't do what your mind had planned, you felt a couple sharp spanks in a row causing you to let out a surprised gasp. That action made you realize that you had been unconsciously closing your teeth around his long appendage. Taking his tongue out from your mouth, much to your dismay, Harper releases a dark chuckle.

“You’ve been really bratty today, first you mention another person, then you bit my neck and now you were trying to bite my tongue?” Harper tsked in a disappointed tone. He moved his finger once more, commanding the unused tendrils to spank your already sore ass and assaulting the poor flesh of your ass. “You really are a glutton for punishment, you’re getting wetter with every slap~” While the tendrils continued their assault on your ass, you felt a familiar object rubbing itself against your wet folds. In the midst of distracting you with his shadowy tendrils, he’d already unzipped his pants to release his hard cock. Instinctively, you bit down on Harper’s fingers in anticipation to which he only chuckled.

“I’ll let that one slide for now, but the next time you do it, you’ll really get it…” Harper’s usual cool tone was replaced with a low growl near the end, he means it this time.

All the more to plan it out now…

Your boyfriend finally removes his wet fingers from your mouth and opts to wrap his arm around your neck (similar to a headlock) to pull your bound body closer to him and give you better stability against the tree, pausing the tendrils assault on your poor heatened up asscheeks.

Every so slowly, Harper starts to sink his cock inside your inviting heat, with every inch making you feel more and more full with every push. Despite the rougher than usual play of this animalistic union, Harper makes sure to be gentle when entering you.

Once your boyfriend finally hilted inside you, he waited a moment for you to adjust to him, and judging by the way he’s twitching…

Harper is only hanging on by a thread.

You move your hips back a bit, pushing yourself onto Harper to let him know that he could move.

Your boyfriend started to thrust slowly into you and gradually started to get faster and faster until you were almost hitting your head against the tree, luckily Harper was in a state of mind to keep you stable enough to not accidentally hurt you.

You couldn’t hold back the noises any longer, your cute little wonton moans echoed throughout the empty glade as Harper was roughly thrusting inside you, the sinful and dirty squelching noises were intermingled with one another in this empty forest.

Anyone passing by could know right off the bat what was happening, hell the animals probably knew at this point too but the two of you were too fucked out your mind to even care. Before your mind could be fully taken over by the horny haze that has befallen the two of you, you remembered the plan that you had earlier.

Opening your mouth…

You chomp down rather hard on Harper’s forearm, making sure to bite hard enough to leave a slightly lasting mark on his human body. You felt a jolt from your boyfriend’s body in shock but he still continued to thrust his hard cock inside you, in fact, he started to thrust harder.

“Oh Cara Mia… What did I just tell you?”

Harper suddenly took himself out from your excited heat, causing you to gasp and whine at the empty feeling inside you which gave him an opening to use his tendrils to throw you down onto the soft grass, your back to the ground with your arms still bound. Your horny cunt was now dripping wet onto the grass.

Using the extra tendrils, he had two spread your legs up and open for him and let him every inch of you. Despite what you were doing with him earlier, you can’t help but feel a heat of embarrassment pass through you as Harper starred oh so intensely at your dripping sex.

“You must have really wanted that punishment, huh?” You yelped as you felt a tendril slap your wet clit. “Is that why you’ve been bad lately? Because you wanted me to treat you like a little. Sex. Doll?” The tendril hit your clit in time with Harper’s husky voice, not trusting your voice, you gave the man an eager nod.

“You’re going to have to speak up, Cara Mio… You know I won’t know what you want if you don’t tell me.” The tendril’s assault made no hint of slowing down anytime soon, Harper starts to slowly pump his hard cock and make you watch the way his finger tips slowly trail up and down his pierced cock. “Don’t you wanna be a good little lamb for me?” Harper briefly stopped the tentacle’s assault, your poor sex was practically hot from all the hits. You suddenly feel your boyfriend rub his cock against your sore sex, in response your clit started to twtich at the gentle touch. “So cute…You’re trying so hard to hold back,” You feel the tendrils wrap themselves all around you, not quite constricting but almost felt as if they were hugging you while they held you down. “It’s okay, Cara Mio, you can give in… After all,” You feel Harper move the tip of his cock back at your entrance, teasingly pushing against you only for it to slip and slide against your sensitive clit. “I can hardly wait myself… Tick tock, little lamb.” You feel Harper continuously push himself against your hole only to slip out over, and over, and over again.

Finally after the 5th time of it happening, you finally gave into Harper’s teasing. You let out a whine, telling your boyfriend that you were sorry for being such a brat and that you did it to get punished by him. The smirk on Harper’s face widened at you finally breaking (Because if he’s being quite honest, he was just about to break too).

“I knew you’d see my side sooner or later, Cara Mia~” Your boyfriend commanded the final two tendrils near your sex, but instead of a smack, the two tentacles had spread your dripping pussy open for Harper to see, the feeling of embaressment washed all over you once again as Harper stared hungrily at your spread sex, stroking his hard cock.

It felt as if a thousand years had passed when Harper finally slipped back inside you with the tendrils still holding your legs and pussy lips open, giving Harper a much clearer view of himself entering you.

You arched your back as Harper continued the pace he had prior, his hips had become wet from your dripping cunt, the wet sounds of carnal pleasure resonated throughout the glade and intermingled your screams and his growls.

Harper’s free hand snaked downwards to your throbbing clit, rubbing little circles against it as he bullied his large cock inside you which finally broke whatever self restraint you had left, making you cum all over his cock.

He was not quite done yet, even through your orgasm he continued to thrust albeit much slower to ease you out of your orgasm. His thrusts became more powerful, if you didn’t have marks on your ass from his tendrils, you’re definitely getting marks on your ass now.

Wait… Uh, was…

Was Harper getting even bigger down there?

Looking back at your boyfriend’s face, he had transformed into his other form mid-thrust. There were tendrils behind him that started to undulate faster as he thrusted into you, his face now close to yours and his tongue started to sneak out from his mouth. Your boyfriend’s body temperature had shifted a bit, feeling much colder, especially the finger that was giving your clit some special attention. The shadow creature’s tongue was inching closer and closer to your mouth.

You could feel Harper is just about to cum, you stick your tongue out and try your best to curl it around the smaller end of your boyfriend’s massive tongue. Harper started to thrust even faster as he pounced on you, fucking your throat with his tongue once more.

You felt the bundle of nerves inside you start to release once more, this time in time with Harper’s soon orgasm. As your boyfriend hilted deeply inside you, you felt him fill up your womb completely and even spilling some out a bit. Harper breathes heavily as he falls on top of you, holding you close to him as he transforms back to his human body, still inside your cum filled pussy.

He shifts a bit so he’s not crushing you but also making sure not to spill anymore cum from inside you.

“That was fun, Cara Mio. We should have done the chasing thing sooner if I knew you’d be a little baby about losing.” You give the man a half-hearted punch, too tired properly get grumpy at him.

“Hush you, I’m tired now.”

“You’re the boss~” Harper surrounded the two of you with shadows so as to not get disturbed by any nuisances. You curled into Harper’s warm embrace, slowly drifting to sleep surrounded by the comforting shadows.

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springismss · 3 years ago

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Lucky - l. laufeyson

a/n; i just want to say a huge thank you to everyone for the likes/comments/reblogs on my first piece posted yesterday! I’m so grateful to each and every one of you! here’s my next work from a work of mine called ‘Serpentine’ found on ao3 & wattpad.

pairing; married! loki x wife! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; n/a

word count; 644

prompt based; “I knew there was a reason I married you”.

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A gentle hum passed your lips as you lay your hands on the balcony staring out into the night, seemingly reflecting on the events of the last few years of your life.

What some would consider a whirlwind you considered perfectly normal. Well, as normal as it could be with the person you had chosen to be the other half of your soul until you close your eyes for the last time.

"Mammy! Help!".

The excited squeal of a child caused you to smile, looking over your shoulder to find a small figure, trying their best to run, coming towards you. The laugh that sounded from you was one of pure happiness as you turned and crouched, holding your arms wide open for the incoming attack.

"Let me guess my little one, there's a big scary monster hunting you down and you know it won't try anything while your mammy is here?".

Green eyes looked at you with admiration before looking back through the door they had come from. Anticipating the moment when the figure hunting them down would appear.

"Yes! He's very big and scary! A meanie!".

Placing your hand over your mouth, you stifled a laugh at the obvious loudness from the young boy. He was egging the person inside on and you knew he loved every moment of it.

"Big and scary am I?".

The small scream from your son at the sudden surprise made you smile affectionately at the person responsible for it as you stood, picking up the young boy in your arms, placing him on your hip with a firm grip to make sure he didn't slip off in a moment.

"Quick mammy! Run, you can't let him get us".

Winking, you began to run off towards the door and around your home. Your giggles mixed excited squeals filled the space around you all, the game of cat and mouse lasting for a good hour before your little one grew tired.

Placing a gentle kiss in the mop of black locks, you smiled softly and pulled the blanket up covering the small figure. Double-checking he had everything he needed, you tip-toed out but not before you looked over your shoulder.

"Sweet dreams, my little mischief maker".

After walking down the stairs and reaching the bottom, you stretched slightly being careful not to hurt yourself too much. The gentle hum of the television in the background lulled you a little as you stepped through the door and over to the couch where your husband sat.

"He went down quicker than I thought this time around, you must have done a number in him with your appearing act love".

Sitting yourself down, you brought your legs up and lay down, your head resting on the lap of the man beside you. Fingers ran through your hair gently, eyes looking at you in what could be described as awe.

"Loki?".

Your voice brought him out of his thoughts as he looked down, a rare but genuine smile on his face. The one side of the God of Mischief you got to see for yourself.

"You know, (y/n), you're strong and beautiful, who would have thought you would have managed to calm me?".

Rolling your eyes playfully, you stuck your tongue out at him as you guided his hand down to your tummy, resting yours on top as his thumb ran over your slightly swollen figure.

"Hmmm... maybe it's because you can be quite persuasive when you want to be. That aside, it's because I love you~".

Looking up as you moved your head slightly, you reached your other hand up and cupped his face. Enjoying the quiet moment alone with your husband.

"~You're worth more to me than you'll ever know. I knew there was a reason I married you. Which I wouldn't change for anyone in all of the realms".

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tipsydipsydo · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Jaguar! Jimin x Reader x Black Panther! Taehyung

Gender of the Reader: female

Word Count: 710

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Sexual Language; Dirty Talk; Dom-/Sub Dynamics (consensual Prey/Predator Dynamic); Polyamory (Triad); lowkey Strength-Kink; Petnames; Degradation; Usage of Toys; Anal Play; Mentions of Double Penetration; Mentions of Cumplay & Breeding

A/N: Just a filthy Hybrid Drabble because I'm your local hoe~

Synopsis: You know, you shouldn't mess around with your big kittys but the temptation to step over the line is always too big...

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You breathe out trembling, your heart beats incredibly fast, no wonder at such covetous looks with which they gifts you. Jimin's usual so warm brown eyes turned suddenly into a dark yellow and with a dark circle of orange around the irises. You can see it how it’s storming with desire and pure primal need in them.

In Taehyung's pupils breaks the faint light of the full moon, which can just barely come through the curtains and discolour them into a greyish blue. Let them look so unique but yet so dangerous. Because you’re looking into the eyes of two predators.

You sit upright on the bed, leaning against the headboard and watch how your lovers liberate you from your Lingerie with their strong gazes, undress you, bare you with their so, so dangerous eyes...

Taehyung starts to unbutton his formal dress shirt, while Jimin slowly comes to you at the head of your King size bed and sits down on the mattress. His steps are thoughtful and elegant, reminding you of the smooth movements of a hunting jaguar, fixating his prey with his eyes.

Jimin lets his lustful gaze wander over your body, gently stroking over the underwear you're wearing. His eager and greedy stare, in which you could guess what kind of beautiful and so naughty things he has in mind with you. He lifts your chin with gentle determination, his lips finding yours.

You recognize his weak attempt to conquer the hungry animal in him, but the deeper the kiss goes, the more control he loses over himself. With a fast and powerful move he changes the previous position and brings you under him. Under his mercy.

"You smell and taste so sweet, Kitten. It's drives us insane... your scent is like the one of a female feline in her heat, always so nicely wet, it already drip down... I can smell it. Such a little Slut for us~"

With a strong yank he tears to your lacey bralette apart, before he peers at you like a starved animal. The loose bra says goodbye and Jimin is already nestling at your panties, as Taehyung pushes him to the side.

"My share of unpacking our pretty little gift!", he growls and tears your string off without further ado. Although this set was so sinfully expensive... Yeah, maybe you had forgotten while shopping that you are dealing with two starved giant cat hybrids. Hopefully they will find your second gift for them...

Jimin pulls your thighs apart with a dark, animalistic glare while Taehyung's fingers slips between your legs, purring contentedly before his breathing falters. His look becomes diabolical and leans forward to your ear:

“Our sweet little Kitten wants a double load today, doesn't she? She wants to get fucked really dirty and filthy, until she begs, screams and whines. You're a real dirty little whore, aren't you?”

You gasp breathlessly, nod... and moans out loudly and desperate as Taehyung pulls the Plug out of your tight asshole and shows it to Jimin with an awaiting raised up eyebrow. Jimin's smile turns diabolical, kissing a trail from your belly up to your lips.

"I take you from the front and Taehyung from behind... we will use you until you cry for mercy... You are so naughty and shameless. You know, you shouldn't play around with us... we're not some sweet domestic kittens, we're prededators. We could tear you apart. Oh well, we will... in the most filthiest way possible!", Jimin whispers.

It seems like that sparks starts to spray in his eyes. One single moment you do not pay proper attention and already you are thrown around on the stomach and your ass pulled up in the air. Fuck, Cats and their fucking good hunting skills.

The moment you feel how they pull your ass cheeks apart, you whimper in need and desperation. You don’t care anymore about anything, the only thing you want right now is to get used and nicely bred. Getting stuffed full with their creamy cum up to the brim, no matter what hole.

You’re their prey, their slutty mate. And you love it.

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santastic · 4 years ago

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[5am adventures - choi san drabble]

"god, my parents are literally going to murder me if they realise I snuck out, san," you whine, rubbing your face as the reality of your little crime begins to hit you.

granted, it's not actually a crime, but it might as well be because if your parents catch you missing from your bed then you're done for.

"they won't find out, angel, and even if they do," he says as he drops an arm around your shoulder, "I promise to visit you in hell when I get there, 'kay?"

you scoff and shake his arm off, giving him a Look™. he just smiles lazily and shrugs, skipping ahead a few steps and stretching his arms above his head.

"wait, why do you think I'm going to hell, huh? you literally call me angel!" you point out, catching up to him just so you can give him the side-eye.

he sticks his tongue out at you rebelliously, but you know that means he's got no smart retorts left, so a victorious smile finds its way to your tired face.

the sun hasn't started rising just yet, but the sky is a faint blue-grey colour as night becomes early morning. streetlights still light up your path as you walk side by side, and at this time of day, it almost feels like you're two movie protagonists exploring an abandoned neighbourhood in the middle of an apocalypse.

"doesn't it kinda feel like a zombie movie or something?" san comments, reading your mind.

"in that case, I'm happy you're my companion," you say, and just before he can coo at you, you add, "'cause at least I won't feel guilty when I use you as bait, y'know?"

"those are bold words from someone who can only run half as fast as me," he responds with an eyebrow raised.

for a moment, it looks like he’s getting ready to prove his point, but then he realises he’s too tired to put in that kind of effort and instead you both break out into laughter. he turns away from you and you loop your arm through his as you continue your walk.

leaning your head against his shoulder, you say, "I know you'd never leave me behind like that. I'm such good company, it'd be a shame to lose me."

he just scoffs and tells you you're on thin ice, but you can hear the smile in his voice.

reaching the end of the street, you realise he’s leading you to the unfinished part of the estate, decorated with random sand dunes and areas marked out for houses yet to be built. as a kid, you lived in a neighbourhood with a similar layout, and you remember the adventures you’d go on with the kids who lived next door.

you’d pretend to be vampires on a hunt for blood, or mischievous princes and princesses running through your kingdom’s village. sometimes, the adults would even join in and play a game of fantasy-themed tag with you guys, but secretly, you always preferred the thrill of sneaking away without them realising.

funnily enough, even now, it seems like you have that internal feeling of longing for fun, risks and adventures. that’s why san knew you’d sneak out with him, even if you complained about it.

“I really like this time of day,” san comments as he kicks away the fragments of brick on the path. “like, I feel like my thoughts are so much clearer, and I don’t have to think about what’s next on my to-do list, you know?”

he walks ahead to a sandstone wall surrounding a plot and takes a seat, crossing his legs. you sit beside him with your legs hanging over the edge, and he tilts his head as he thinks to himself.

you find yourself admiring his profile absentmindedly, and you can’t help but feel it’s a little unfair how lovely he looks in the pale light. when his gaze finds yours again, you immediately look away in embarrassment, but he doesn’t comment on it.

he hesitates for a moment before he finally says, “I think it’s kinda special when it’s just us two out here.”

at that, you look up again to find him watching your expression carefully, nervously. this time, it’s him who looks away first.

he picks at the jagged rocks poking out of the sandstone, and you find it cute because you know he only fidgets with things when he’s nervous about something.

“god, it’s so cliche, but you really feel like home to me. I feel like I can say anything that’s on my mind and you’ll just listen and care and, I don’t know, I can just trust you wholeheartedly and I know you won’t hurt me, and I’ve never felt that way about anyone before, and it’s so...” he trails off, sighing when he realises he’s rambling.

flicking a rock from the wall, he grows quiet again. he won’t look up at you, but you can tell he’s waiting for a response.

“I get it. it’s the same for me. you know me the most,” you tell him, and even though he’s still staring down at the wall, you see his eyes widen, so you continue, “literally, there’s no one else who I would be able to tell the things I tell you, and maybe it kind of seems like I take that for granted ‘cause I don’t thank you nearly enough, but I’m so grateful, san. seriously.”

there’s a moment of silence after that, but it isn’t awkward and you don’t feel the need to fill it. it’s like you’re both sitting there and processing the real meaning behind what you said. you have so much more to add but right now, no words come to mind, so you can only hope that he understands what you’re feeling.

you’re pretty sure he does when he stands up and reaches for your hand, intertwining your fingers casually as he gets ready to walk around together again. feeling a little braver now, you decide to speak up.

“so, I know we should probably sleep when we get back, but would you be down to go out like this again tomorrow?”

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joyfulhopelox · 3 years ago

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Right now i don’t know if i want to kiss you or shove you off this building

Part 1 | Part 2(end)

A/N: I have no words really, just i needed to get this off my chest and i wrote it so quickly that part 2 is probably going to be out by the end of the week.

genre: fluff (x100), University! au/ College!au

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Stealing is a crime please do not steal, i do not cross post anywhere else only Tumblr

Pairing: J-Hope x reader (College!AU/ University!AU)

Word count: 4,000 words

Warnings: i'm still bad at writing fluff but here we go (i cried a lot inside whilst writing it)

There are few times in someone’s life when they would have to rush out of the house in the middle of the night. Most times, it involved an emergency of some sorts.The usual A&E rush, the cravings rush and most important of them all, the all nighter in the library rush.

You have been debating for over an hour now if you should make a dash to the library. Your exhausted body screaming at you to just curl up into a ball and sleep- or cry, whichever came first. However your consciousness, and the fact that your anxiety was at an all time high, was telling you to just suck it up and go get your books from the library. That coupled with your approaching deadline. And to be honest you knew exactly what you would end up doing. After all, your grades could not afford to take a fall. Not worse than what they’ve dropped to now. Anymore and you would flunk the year completely.

But do you really need that book? Your brain tried it’s last card on you. You could technically just stay in, bury yourself in your blankets like the Michelin man, and write your essay that way. Sighing, you rubbed your tired eyes and got up grabbing your prized pen, the one that got you through your first and second year of exams, a couple of pieces of paper just in case, and your laptop. A trek to the library it is.

The spring air was doing a good job of waking you up. The light breeze, warm enough to not make you die of cold, but cold enough to cool down your tired flushed face. The 10 minutes it took to walk from your accommodation to the library was enough for you to steel yourself against an all nighter of studying.

What you had expected when you went in was anything but a packed library with students quietly studying. The noises of scratching pens and the rhythmic click-clacking of keyboards creating a mellow background noise. Some were dozing off, and you could not blame them, but holy hell could they not have done that at home? Okay, maybe you were judging, but could anyone blame you? You were desperate for a space and by the looks of the rows of heads between the shelves, there was a slim chance you would actually get a seat somewhere. If needed, you knew you could just crouch in between the shelves near the section that housed the maps, but you did not feel like inhaling dust and sporting a cramped leg for the rest of the night.

“Oh come on! This is a big library, there must be a seat somewhere” you whispered to yourself quietly, your eyes scanning the 3rd floor of the library. Aha! There. By the will of the gods, there was a seat, a lone corner at a table that was packed to the brim. You hastily made your way before anyone could spring out of nowhere and claim it, and slammed your butt down on the seat sighing in satisfaction. You’d made it. The first task done. Proud of yourself, you opened up your laptop and pulled the document you had been writing on. The bold letters at the top stating you NEEDED to get that specific book. A harsh reminder that the second task now would be even more difficult. Hunting for a book in this mammoth of a place. But what if you lost your spot? You needed your laptop to search for the book and to be honest you did not trust your laptop to not be stolen. You groaned to yourself, once again debating whether or not you needed the book

You finally decided that the book was non-negotiable and so you quickly grabbed your pen, with the promise to yourself that you would not get lost in the maze of shelves and interesting literature. Hastily writing a ‘will be back’ note, you slammed the pen down on top of the paper and rushed out of your seat.

The library atmosphere was quiet, despite the space being full of poor students who were rushing to meet a deadline or had exams coming up soon. Perusing the shelves, taking note of names that may interest you further on in your degree or even just as personal pleasure, you basked in the quietness and the dimness of the space. You loved the library at night, sure, but not when you were in a rush to finish a paper and not when exam and deadlines season pushed everyone and their mother to cram themselves in the space like sardines. Overall though, the space was dark and quiet just as you liked it.

Finally arriving at the area that was of interest to you, you stood in front of the row of shelves, a slow grin forming on your face. It was perfect, 4 rows of untouched literature. And you had all the time in the world.

Except...you didn’t. “Fuck” you cursed to yourself. You knew you did not have the time and you promised yourself you would not do this. Looking down at your watch, you let out another curse. “Fuck”. It had taken you half an hour to get here, the digital face of your watch showing 12.30am. “Oh man, I did it again” muttering to yourself, you turned your back towards the interesting titles that were calling your name and focused on the one book you actually needed.

Only to not find it on the shelf. Just your luck. “What am i supposed to do now?” dejectedly sighing you slowly made your way back to your seat. All you could think about was the missing book on the shelf.

How were you supposed to be finishing your paper now? Suddenly the quiet and calm atmosphere became gloomy and dark, this was not going very well for you. So lost in your thought you almost walked by your spot. Stopping right on time you looked to the side only to do a double take. It was not your spot anymore, the leather jacket as well as the mop of dark hair that could be seen occupying the seat was definitely not you. You double checked the area making sure you did not stray away again and somehow landed in the wrong spot but no. That was definitely the desk you had placed your note on.

It was just missing the note and seating another person now. Today was definitely not your day. The last thing you wanted to do at this time of the night, especially when you were in a hurry to finish and hand in your paper, was to be civil. But that was your seat. You refused to slouch in between the shelves and cram a seven thousand word paper tonight. You’ve done it enough times in the past for your bum and back to already be screaming at you in protest. Taking a deep breath in, you steeled yourself and approached the seat stealer.

The closer you got, the better the view of the seat stealer. Goddamn they were handsome. At least the side profile was something to enjoy looking at, but that did not change the fact that they had stolen your seat and were comfortably spread out onto the desk casually typing away at their laptop.

To top it all off, as if the scene was not enough to taunt your nerves, they were humming quietly to the beat that you could faintly hear coming from their headphones. And if you were to admit it to yourself, which you would not, they were very good at said humming.

“Uhm...excuse me” your voice cracked, having not been used for a couple of hours. You could not afford to seem meek in front of them, cute as hell and a great hummer be damned, they would not get the satisfaction of seeing you flustered. Truth be told, you hated confrontation. It was the last thing you resorted to under normal circumstances, let alone now when you were tired and stressed. Standing up straighter you tried again, “Excuse me!”

They made no move to acknowledge you or your shadow that cast now over the desk, as if you were both one and the same. Frustrated, you let out a huff and reached out to tap their shoulder. However, as if the fates had it out for you today, the humming seat stealer also came to life, moving his head towards your outstretched hand as they went to grab for their notebook and pen. That motion combined with yours caused a painful collision for the both of you. As it had not gotten a chance to change trajectory towards their shoulder, your unprepared hand bent awkwardly as it made contact with the side of the person’s head. A loud “oh fuck” chorused from the both of you, as both parties retracted as if burnt. Had you mentioned it was not your day?

“Is there a reason why I’m being assaulted at...1am on a Tuesday in the library?”. the seat stealer asked as he turned around to face you completely. He finally had a voice as well, and it was just as nice as the humming. Scrunching your nose in annoyance, you took a deep breath in prepared to tell him off. Not only was HE the one assaulting your hand but also your well deserved seat. Only to do the stereotypical double take. The mop of hair hid a very handsome face. High cheekbones and a pointed nose, your eyes trailed further down to his long neck and toned body. “Uh…” the stranger, seat stealer muttered, his hand going to scratch awkwardly at his long neck. Your brain agreed, “Uh…” you smartly copied snapping your eyes back at the face. You had clearly been caught staring judging by the smug smirk the person had on their face. Not only that but you had managed in a few minutes to smack a total stranger and display copious amounts of intelligence whilst trying your hand at a smart rebuttal to their question.

“So, now that I have your attention. Care to tell me why you are assaulting me at 1am on a Tuesday?” The tone of voice was less alarmed, more amused now. As if he clearly found your embarrassment entertaining.

“Assault? I have not assaulted you….you seat stealer!” You furiously exclaimed only to be interrupted by an equally stressed out fellow student“, Keep it down”. Only then did you become aware of the situation you are in. Three other rows of desks near the one you were currently at, and each of them seated a student who, like you, probably either had exams or deadlines. They were sleep deprived, hungry, and probably had too much caffeine running through their blood for their own good. And they were all focused on your form. To embarrass you further, the seat stealer even had the audacity to smugly smile and whisper “yeah, shhhhh.”

Getting redder by the minute, whether in mortification at being told off by the student a few rows away from you or from increasing anger at the seat stealer, you bent down, eyes narrowed “you….you...shush, and whilst you are at it, get out of my seat, you seat stealer”. You were unsure whether your shouted whisper would sound menacing enough to convey the mixture of emotions running through your veins at the moment. The stranger’s smug smile dropped instantly, a look of confusion replacing it, “seat stealer? What is that about?”

“You stole my seat!”

“I did not. The seat was free. If you passed by it, it was free and you didn’t sit down or leave your stuff on the chair; it doesn't automatically make it yours.” The stranger shrugged carefully, studying your expressions. What he saw must have really amused him because he started snickering to himself. Getting redder by the minute your rebuttal was weak, if only you’d have thought about it beforehand.

“I only have my laptop on me! And I left a note and my precious pen on the desk! A note which you have thrown out to steal my seat.” That is when it all went downhill. “you ‘strange seat stealer’!” the snickers coming from the handsome man got even more violent, to the point of you worrying about him choking- had you not been angry at him you would have asked if he was ok. Unfortunately, you were angry and nothing he did could have solved that.

The stranger abruptly stood up, so close to your face that you could see the numerous lashes that shadowed his dark eyes, amusement still plastered onto his face. He grabbed your elbow lightly, giving you a chance to break free if needed, but you were so stunned by his actions that all you could do was question how handsome his angular face was. “You’re cute, and that was a smart, if odd, alliteration you made there” He breathed, the action making a stray strand of hair blow away from your face, “but we’re making a scene”.

“Wh-” before you could process what he’d said, he trailed his hand from your elbow to your own hand and lightly gripped it with the intention of moving you away. The sudden jolt sprung your brain back to life and you tried fruitlessly to pull your hand away from his grip. Unfortunately, your brain decided to work a bit too late, as you were already past the rows of desks and shelves of books, closer to the lift lobby on that floor. “I am not making a scene, you are making a scene. Who are you to get me away from my seat not only once, but twice?!” Your feet firmly planted on the ground and finally got the stranger to stop. “I don’t know who you are” as he made a move to talk, you interrupted “and I don’t care, I saw that seat first, left a note on it to say I was going to be back and you stole it! I need the space!”

“Why?” The stranger calmly asked. His face showed no signs of anger or frustration, and it seemed like it belonged like that, serene and peaceful. And it made you wonder if anything could ever anger this man. Sure, you did not know him but you had been yelling in his face for the past minute. His demeanour and question threw you off so much so that your brain once again hiccuped.

“What do you mean why?”

“I mean why do you NEED the space, it’s clear that you do not have a bag or any belongings for that matter.” He gave you a once over to emphasize his words, his calm eyes lingering a bit too long on your form for your anger to continue overriding the flustered mess that you had become. “I- I do!” You don’t know why you needed to prove yourself to him, but it was a valid question he’d asked. So, you showed him the arm he was not holding, that carried a laptop. Realising he was still holding onto your hand, the sudden thought made you suddenly hot and clammy and before he could do anything about it you pulled it out of his warm hold.

Trying to ignore the loss of warmth the contact brought you, you looked away flustered.

“This cannot be happening. Look, I sat down there first, I put a note down because I needed to go find a book for my essay and….oh god...it’s due in like…..five hours”. Not looking at him the entire time you explained your situation to him, frustration and anxiety taking over your anger you missed the worried look he threw at your red face and the slight movement he made with his hands as if to grab your fretting ones. Instead when you looked back at him after a couple of moments of silence, what you saw was him studying the space behind you closely. “Hey! Are you even listening?” You got over your anger and tried to explain, (not that you needed to) somewhat logically to make this person understand why you needed the seat back and all they did was ignore you.

“Have you found the book that you needed?” He turned his attention back to you, a small smile forming onto his face. You did not know whether it was the fact that he completely ignored what you had said earlier, the untimely smile he gave you, or the fact that your heart sped up at the said smile, but your anger went through the roof once again.

“No! Now excuse me whilst I go reclaim my seat. If you want to waste time out here just staring at the walls, that is your issue, some of us have problems they need to fix.” Making a move to turn around you halted, realising you were going the wrong way. Mumbling to yourself you brushed past the guy and headed for the lifts. Calling the lift you tapped your foot impatiently. You could find another seat somewhere else, and if not, you were desperate enough to finish the paper that you would risk your own bottom and sit in between shelves. It felt like an eternity until the lift arrived and as soon as you got in you pressed the button for the floor above you thinking you may have some luck there. Surveying the corridor you noticed that the guy had left, and surprisingly a twinge of disappointment made you sigh. You just wanted to continue the argument, nothing else.

Right before the doors to the lift could close though a running form made its way to the lift sliding in between the door with swift grace, almost barreling into you. It took you a moment to realise it was the seat stealer with his bags packed up and his laptop in his hands. “What are you doing?” you hissed as you noticed he cancelled your floor and pressed the tower one instead. “Making up for stealing your seat”, he casually replied as he observed the numbers in the lift change.

“By not letting me go find another seat?” you huffed, “you could have just vacated the seat earlier and it would have all been fine.”

“But it wouldn’t have given me an excuse to talk to you for longer than three seconds would it? I’m Hoseok by the way.” He turned and smiled at you, the dimples in his cheeks becoming prominent. Rendered speechless by his forwardness, you did not know how to respond. So you settled onto clearing your throat and willing the blush that was taking over the apples of your cheeks away. Not meeting his eyes and refusing to grant him with the same grace and give him your name, you chose instead to ask where he was planning to take you. His response was just as cryptic as his previous one, “you will see”.

The rest of the way had been spent in silence, you having given up on trying to argue with the seat stealer...Hoseok. You repeated the name in your head multiple times, it suited him. For a brief second you wondered how it would sound if you said it out loud, but you squashed that thought away very quickly. You weren’t friends or even acquaintances so there was no reason for you to do so.

Whilst your brain was running a hundred miles an hour, throughout this time Hoseok took the time to observe you. Undeniably pretty, a smile made its way onto his face as he watched the different faces that you were pulling clearly lost deep in thought. You are cute. He knew that your argument couldn’t even be called as such. To his defense, the seat he had occupied had nothing on it. It was only when he ran back to gather his things and rush back to you that he noticed the note and the pen that were lying on the floor near the foot of the desk. In his haste he had grabbed both of them hoping that if his plan did not work he would have another excuse to approach you at some point. Now, those two items were weighing down in his pocket. Your name, which you had not freely given to him but it was written on the note, burnt into his mind. Maybe he did not need them after all. He would give you your pen back of course, but he would keep the note. It would be good memorabilia in the future.

The lift came to a halt and the doors opened .This time Hoseok did not even hesitate to grab your hand and lead you to your destination as he was afraid you would run away from him. Your heart thumping again at the gesture you let yourself be led by him too astonished to say anything. Who was this human being and why was he so friendly after you’d argued for the good part of an hour. Before you could panic about the time you had lost, Hoseok stopped abruptly.

‘We’re here’ he motioned with his free hand. The one that did not occupy yours.

Realising so you tried to inconspicuously free your hand from his, the astonishment at his behaviour quickly turned into amazement at the choice of space he was presenting you with. You were not a fan of the tower as heights were a bit of a stretch for you but the cosy alcove with window seats and the view of the night time sky it provided were enough to make you forget that. “Woah, how did you find this place?”’ You mumbled and quickly went to the window observing the lights of the city behind you. For how late it was, the scenery down below was surprisingly animated. Not getting a response you turned around thinking he had abandoned you there. What you were not expecting was the bashful look he was giving you whilst rubbing the back of his neck. “Uhm, by mistake really, I just happened to wander here one day and yeah...thought it was quiet enough and...well, I needed to make up for the fact that you did not have a seat in the end and you said you needed to finish your paper and…yeah’

Him reminding you of the paper that was now due in less than three hours made you jump in panic. Without thinking you threw your laptop onto the little table space that the alcove offered and sat down. Typing your password you opened the document you were working on. Whilst waiting for it to load you hesitated, bit your lip and looked up.

“Are you not going to sit down? I assume you also have work to do since you are here?” Without looking, you motioned to the seat directly across from you. This could end up being the best decision of your life or your worst... but you came to the conclusion you wouldn’t know unless you took a chance. Hearing him shift his feet and the feel of his knees close to yours as he sat down was enough to make you blush again. Here it goes, now or never.

‘I’m Y/N by the way’ you looked up in time to see him smile.

‘I know’

#jhope x reader #jhope x you #jhope x y/n #bts jhope #kpop scenarios #bts scenarios #i lowkey wrote this whilst not having slept for a week so i'm sorry #bts x you #bts x reader scenario

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Halloween Shenanigans

One-Shot

Description: Thanks to COVID-19, your plans for Halloween are ruined, until Steve surprises you with the help of Tony and Bruce.

Warning: Mentions of clit stimulation, hinting at sex, drinking alcohol.

Prompt requested by @donutloverxo . This woman is adamant to turn the whole of Tumblr into thirsty hoes for Steve! I hope you like what I did with your request 😅

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"This is the first time in 20 years that there's going to be a full moon night on Halloween!" you jumped with excitement, "Steve! Stevie?! Steven Grant Rogers are you listening to me?" You placed your hands on your hips, standing in front of the man who was the literal reincarnation of a Greek God.

He looked up from his computer, "Yes dear?"

You huffed, "What are you doing baby? Why aren't you with me?"

"I am with you, right here," Steve furrowed his eyebrows.

"No you are not! You are here with me physically," your fingers traced his unholy biceps bulging from his t-shirt, "but your mind is somewhere else. What is it baby?" you asked him, gently cupping his face.

"I am worried," he admitted, pulling you on his lap, "I am worried about the rising number of COVID-19 cases. And with Halloween around the corner, I am afraid it will spread more rapidly, especially amongst the kids and the youth."

With a heavy heart you realised he was right, "I am sorry… I was just too excited to celebrate Halloween because it's my favorite holiday," you admitted in a small voice, "We have stayed at home for such a long time that I," you sighed, "I just wanted to step out for sometime. But you are right, we will stay inside," your voice was laced with disappointment as you agreed with him.

Steve narrowed his eyes and looked at you, a plan forming in his head.

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T'was the night of Halloween. The bright, full moon peeked from behind the clouds as you ruefully looked out the window. Lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice Steve sneak up behind you. "BOO!" he screamed, earning a jump and a loud yelp in response.

"Jesus! Steve you scared me!" you admonished him half-heartedly with a scowl. It didn't last long on your face as Steve's contagious laughter turned your frown upside down.

"For a person who loves Halloween, you sure do get scared easily babe," he said, kissing your forehead.

"Here," he kept a box on your lap, "Put this on and meet in the garage in 20 minutes. I have a surprise."

"Garage?," you gasp, "Are we going somewhere? What is the surprise?" Your eyes widen with excitement as you beam.

Steve caressed your chin and placed a soft kiss on your nose, "Would it be a surprise if I told you what it was? You have 19 minutes and 15 seconds, baby."

You nodded, immediately heading into the closet to change into whatever Steve had gotten for you. It was a beautiful emerald green witch's robe with elegant crystal buttons in the front closing the robe from top to bottom. Underneath it, you were supposed to wear a short skirt and a comfortable top with a collar. However, it was the panty which confused you. It seemed simple, but there was a lump almost in the middle of the panty so that when you wore it, it would be right near your clit. You shrugged, thinking it might be an anti-stealing tag that was forgotten inside. The typical witch's hat and a wand completed the look.

You bounced towards Steve in the garage, almost tripping over the robe in the process. Amused, Steve shook his head and drove for a few minutes, finally reaching a two-storeyed house in the middle of an empty, isolated street. From the roof to the front gate, the house was covered in Halloween decorations. Flimsy spiderwebs, spooky skeletons, carved pumpkins, bright and dark lighting complimented the faux smoke from the dry-ice machine.

You put your hands together and squealed, "Steeeeeve!!! Is this… really? Is this a haunted house?"

His heart swelled at your excitement, "All for you my love," he cooed.

You started running towards the structure but were caught midway by your Super-Soldier boyfriend. "Where do you think you are going?" he asked you, his arms wrapped around your waist.

"Steeeve!" you whined, "I want to go in!"

"Happy Halloween!" you heard a cheery voice greet the two of you. Bruce and Tony exited the house with tablets and scanners in their hands.

"Capsicle!" Tony's voice boomed with wickedness, "Where's your costume?"

"Don't need one Tony," Steve replied.

"Right, because you are a large, scary guy on steroids even in normal clothes. Got it," Tony teased him further.

"Tony," said Bruce in a warning tone. "We have sanitized the entire house and have scanned every object. It is completely safe to enter," Bruce smiled.

"OoooOOoooooo now can I go? Please please please?" you gave your best puppy eyes to Steve. Of course he had to agree, as if he could ever say no to you. "Yes but I am coming with you. I can't have you going in alone after what happened last year" he declared.

"What?! Noooo! You never get scared in a haunted house!" you complain.

"Oh he will this time," Tony smirked, "I installed some top-of-the-line gadgets that use modern technology to open every door in the house. It will terrify him."

Steve scowled at Tony's shit-eating grin as Bruce chuckled with you. "What are the two of you going to be doing the whole time?" Steve asked the scientist duo.

Bruce looked at Tony pointedly, "We will play around with an Ouija board. Tony has a theory."

"Yes! You see I came across an ancient belief which states that every human being has been reincarnated on this planet. I want to get in touch with my past selves to see if I have always been a rich, brilliant playboy," he smirked as Steve rolled his eyes.

Pulling at his deliciously-firm bicep, you urged him, "C'mon Steve let's go!"

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Once inside, you realised that Tony had pulled all the stops to make the house as haunted as possible. Even though there was an absence of hired performers who usually dressed as zombies and mummies, somehow, the experience was a whole lot scarier because of their absence. Even Steve was impressed by the set-up.

They soon crossed one portion of the house and reached the door which would lead them to the next part. Only, they were met with a message tapped to the door- "Blood turns gore beyond this door. Be careful, or you might slip on the floor. To go further Captain, you will have to solve, a puzzle on the sidewards wall. Erase all the cookies that you may have baked while browsing, or forever be stuck in this place, as the ghosts go hunting!"

You grinned as you saw the tablet stuck on the wall besides the door, the solution simple in your head. You looked at Steve, wondering why was he frozen in place.

Steve kept looking at the tablet and turned to you with a confused expression, "What are we supposed to do?"

Despite where you were, you chuckled, "My Stevie!" you cooed, "Honey you are supposed to delete your browser cookies."

Steve's expression soon changed from confused to slightly scared, "What?! What are browser cookies? Do they bake cookies inside the tablet? Do I have to bake and eat all of them? How do I bake something on this tiny tablet? I don't even have the recipe!!"

You laughed loudly at his reaction as at the other end of the house, Tony and Bruce were setting up their entertainment for the evening. Bruce looked amused as Tony unwrapped an Avengers themed Ouija board.

"What are you hoping to find?" asked Bruce as he took a seat.

"Ummm, I am hoping to be a badass crime-solving detective, or maybe have the ability to speak to animals? Because frankly speaking, that's the only thing that's missing from my life right now," Tony tried his best to be humble.

Bruce smiled, shaking his head, "Do you know how to use this?" he nodded towards the Ouija board.

"Meh," shrugged Tony, "how hard can it be?"

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You were unable to get scared in the next portion of the house as you kept laughing at Steve's reaction. His terrified expression as he tried to delete his browser cookies was still fresh in your mind.

Safe to say that the 100-year-old something Captain did not take this lightly. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the door to the control room of the haunted house. Grabbing your arm, he led you towards it, much to your surprise.

The lock easily crumpled beneath his fingers and he opened the door. Making you sit on one of the two chairs, he looked at the complex overlay of numerous computer screens displayed in front of him. "J.A.R.V.I.S?" he called out to the AI. "Yes Mr Rogers?" came the prompt reply.

"What is the location of Bruce and Tony?" as Steve asked in his Captain America voice, you rubbed your thighs against one another in need. The action didn't miss his sharp eyes and he looked at you with a smirk.

"They are in the other section of the house Mr Rogers."

"And are there loud speakers in that room?"

"Yes," confirmed the AI.

"J.A.R.V.I.S do not record the footage of what's about to happen in this room," commanded Steve, his hands on his belt as his straightened, his full height on a glorious display in front of you. He looked at you with hunger, blue eyes dark with passion. Taking his belt, he tied your hands behind your back.

"St-Steve?" you barely managed to squeak, the sudden change in his behavior igniting a fire within you.

He took your head in his hands, and placed a fierce kiss on your lips. "Sshhhh," he whispered in his dark voice, "I only want to hear your moans when you are at my mercy." You could only nod, your panty dampening at his command.

Picking up your wand from the table, he waved it in front of you. "You didn't notice this button at the bottom?" he cocked his eyebrow when you shook your head.

He stood between your legs, stretching them apart. "It's Trick or Treat time baby," he grinned wickedly as he pressed the button, making the small tag in your panty vibrate against your clit.

Your cries of "ooooohh"s and "aahhhh"s filled the room as the familiar warmth spread to your core. Steve asked J.A.R.V.I.S. to broadcast your cries in Tony's and Bruce's portion of the house, but with a slight twist.

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"Give up maaahn!" Bruce urged Tony with a slightly slurred voice, his glass with the Halloween Blood Punch loosely held in his hands. Struggling with the Ouija board, Tony whined loudly, "But I want to meet me!! Who was I? How was I? I need answerssss!"

Bruce laughed at Tony's reaction, "We can't handle one of you, how can we keep up with multiple 'you's? Call old Pepper too! Ooooooo yes call Pepper!"

"PEPPER!" Tony screamed at the board, "Wherrrre are you? I love you!"

Just then, they heard a sound from somewhere above them.

"OoooOOoooooo"

Both of them stopped.

"AaaaAhHhhhh"

Tony looked up, "Pepper?" he asked in a hopeful voice.

"OOOHHHHH OHHHH AAHHHHHHHHHH" they jumped as moans increased, the voice trembled, resembling that of a stereotypical ghost's. "You called someone!!" Bruce shrieked, pointing at the board, "SOMEONE IS HERE!" he looked around him fearfully, waving his arm around as if meaning to catch the spirit.

"AAAHHHH AHHHHH AHHHHHH GGRRRAAAHHHH"

"Run run run!!" Tony shouted. They ran towards the door and just before exiting, Tony stopped, "Wait!! What about Cap?"

Bruce looked at him with wide eyes as the haunted moans continued to fill the room. He touched his head, feeling around for something, "I wasn't wearing a cap dude!"

Tony blinked twice, "Oh right, sorry."

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!"

They sprinted out of the room as if being chased by hungry wolves. They sat in the car just as Pepper called on Tony's cell. "Hey where are you?" she gently asked.

"Pepper! "PEPPER!" Bruce and Tony shouted together. "Where are you?" "Why were you screaming?" "Did you haunt us?" a series of jumbled questions left their mouths as J.A.R.V.I.S. drove them safely back to the Avengers' compound, leaving you and Steve behind to your sexy shenanigans.

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saltys-writings · 4 years ago

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Got7 as Cats

Repost because the old one didn’t show in the tags!

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JB:

black and white kitty of average size

big and friendly amber eyes

has a completely white tail with only the tip being black

which looks super funny when he’s in his favourite sleeping place up on your wardrobe and the only thing you see of him is his tail slowly swaying from one side to the other or twitching if he has an exciting dream

likes sitting on your grandparents’ old record player while it’s playing, slowly spinning on top of the record and watching the world around him pass by slowly

gets fed up with it and jumps up as the tone arm keeps moving closer to the middle, preventing him from comfortably sitting on the black record

also likes sprawling out on pianos or rubbing his face against the guitar standing around in your room

in general he seems very drawn to everything that has to do with music

sleeps little compared to other cats

usually he’ll just laze around with his eyes half open, watching you whenever he can

he loves watching you do whatever and sometimes he’ll get up and after stretching thoroughly and yawning, he’ll silently walk over to you to bump his head against your chin or nose

actually he doesn’t care much about other humans or animals, but with you he’s more welcoming

trusts you a big deal, and you’re really the only person who he likes being petted or brushed by

usually when other people try to touch him he’ll just get up and walk away to find a more calm and silent place

hates kids and dogs (=anything that’s loud) a lot and will hide away where not even you can find him if there’s either of the two around

very behaved and doesn’t bite or scratch

doesn’t play much either, he’s really just more of a cat that will roam around in your place and give it that feel of “here lives a cat”

but if you want excitement out of your relationship with your cat he isn’t the one for you

Mark:

white and light brown kitty

super friendly

also super sleepy

will direct 110% of his attention to you for the 2 hours he’s awake each day

remembers pretty quickly when you get home each day and his inner clock wakes him up just before you do

so when you turn the key in the doorlock he’ll come running immediately, meowing loudly to greet you

he’ll follow you around for a while and walk right in front and in between your feet

and if you don’t pet him he’ll get REALLY whiny and will spread out on your stuff as soon as you’re trying to do literally anything

likes offering you his soft white belly to pet and will usually let you touch it without problems

eats nothing but chicken (and bread)

whenever you have bread on the table, on a counter, or in any other place in your house he can reach, he will sit down next to it and start licking it until it has this really soaked spot full of cat saliva

but even when he does this you can’t really get mad at him because he’ll just turn around and look at you with his big friendly green eyes and start purring

tends to react very strongly to being petted on his back and especially on his lower back where the tail starts

always pushes his whole body into your hand when you touch him there and the tip of his tail will bend forwards to signal that he loves this and please keep petting right there

very sociable around humans, but also likes hanging out with other animals

in general he’s very curious about everything and will watch other cats, dogs, birds, small animals like hamsters or bunnies, and even horses with great interest

really just gets along well with literally anyone and everyone - no matter if human or animal - loves him

Jackson:

tabby with a striped pattern

even as a cat he is lowkey ripped has a strong build

only fights other cats as a form of play though

usually when he gets seriously pissed he’ll just hiss and arch his back and then backwards tiptoe the shit out of there

loves to be carried around on your shoulders

he’ll really get cranky if you don’t let him up there for a while

also loves sitting there while you do stuff like cooking, studying, watching TV, etc.

never interferes with your activities though and just watches with great interest

loves playing with anything but his toys

especially strings and other long and dangly objects of any kind are dangerous with him

he WILL try to catch and kill that thing, even if it is already very much dead

give him a piece of yarn and he’ll be occupied for

...about 5 minutes - who am I kidding?

has to be played with actively or he’ll get bored and start taking your home apart

so you better tire him out everyday before you go to sleep or you won’t recognize your place when you wake up the next morning

whenever he uses his litter box, chances are you’ll find litter up to five meters away from the box

that doesn’t mean he isn’t clean, he’s just... not very fast with cleaning himself

so instead of making sure all the litter gets off his fur right where his box is, he’ll shake it off over time while walking elsewhere

don’t let him out or he’ll break into other people’s homes and try to steal their food

he once got himself locked in a basement for a whole night and only got back out because his meows were so loud that they woke up the neighbours

a family also once returned him to you, with their two daughters crying because they totally wanted to keep the kitty

in the end you had to promise them to let them come visit him once every two weeks

the upside is that they always bring along catfood and you have to spend a little less money on that

Jinyoung:

ginger cat

has a scar on his nose that another cat rightfully gave him when he was growing up

is - in short - a real jerk of a cat

also MOOD SWINGS

will be the cuddliest uwu bundle of fur ever one second, and then the most furious monster you ever saw the next

HATES other cats

really, he despises them

will usually sit next to them, appearing calm and just watching them, and then out of the blue punch them square in the face

you think he’s still salty that he got that scar on his nose years ago

the type to pee into your shoes for no reason

or throw up in the microwave if you forget to close it

really, whenever you take something out of the microwave or put something in you need to do so fast, because by the time you’re done chances are he’s already standing next to you, glaring up at the microwave with all the hate in his eyes he can muster

keeps staring when you turn it on and will get ready to jump as soon as it gives the signal that it’s done

usually he’ll just jump for it when you open it, so you have to keep him from reaching it by blocking the way with your arm (which he will of course hold onto with his claws)

loses interest when it’s closed and it becomes apparent you’re not using it anymore anytime soon

what does he have against the microwave anyway...?

likes sunbaths a lot

surprisingly also likes water - it hasn’t been just one or two times you had to throw him out of the bathtub when you were getting ready to take a nice relaxing bath after a tough day at work or school

doesn’t like being touched much, but if you’ve lived with him for long enough he will permit you to give his back two or three quick strokes once a day

also likes going out to hunt and will usually bring a small mouse or a tiny gecko back home and offer it to you as a sign of his acceptance of your existence

Youngjae:

long haired kitty with chubby cheeks

giant paws that look like he could seriously hurt you with them, but in reality they’re just really soft

will use his claws for playing excessively though

likes lazing around and playing on the floor the most

usually very careful not to hurt you, but he can get a little too into playing and end up scratching you if you don’t pay attention

likes being scratched behind his ears and under his chin a lot but won’t hesitate to bite if you even think about getting near his fluffy belly

tends to have a lot of mats there though, and those can get quite uncomfy for him, which will in turn irritate him and when he’s in a bad mood he’ll bite you if you’re just standing next to him

so you’ll have to let him bite you one way or the other aksjflksa

you don’t realize just how huge his mouth is until he’s all comfy in a sunny spot at your place and lets out a big yawn, showing off his teeth and pink kitty tongue

sleeps literally anywhere

sprawls out on the floor in the most inconvenient place ever and won’t move for a solid five hours so you have to step over him all the time, because he will definitely not wake up from this nap anytime soon

your bed is a very beloved sleeping place of his as well, especially your pillow, because it smells so nicely like you uwu

he’s usually awake and roaming your place during the night, but will sneak into your bedroom and curl up next to your pillow when it’s almost time for you to get up

will never loudly beg for food ever

instead he’ll just stare up at you and follow you around, bumping into your legs over and over again until you feed him

not picky about food, but loves fish a lot

please don’t give him catnip unless you want a hyperactive hairy high and snappy cat scattering the catnip all over your place kasfjlkas

BamBam:

thin, elegant cat with veryveryvery short, light-colored fur and amber eyes

you put a collar with a golden nametag on him after you got him

you thought he’d hate it and try to get rid of it like most other cats, but turns out he loves it

loves being looked at and will puff out his chest on purpose when people are watching him

kinda gets along with other cats, though they will usually avoid him mostly and he won’t make much of an effort to approach them either

it’s all about coexistence in apathy lol

only eats gourmet food (might be because you never really tried feeding him... you know... normal cat food...)

doesn’t go out much, but time and time again he likes venturing outside to take a short walk through your garden

but will return back inside soon because the many toys and the huge cat tree you bought him are more interesting to him

plus they’re familiar so he can really relax there

likes being petted especially on his head and loves scratches behind his big ears

likes sitting in inconvenient places - like on the box the mailman only just brought and you took your eyes off of for a second to lock the door, or the pack of take-out sushi you just bought, or your new shoes that you wanted to wear to tonight’s party

at least he can’t get hair on any of it

speaking of sushi, he loves watching you eat that and then look at you with half closed eyes, putting a paw on your arm to signal that he wants to try some

will start kneading your arm and purring loudly if you don’t give him any

tried smelling the pickled ginger that comes with it once and almost threw up on the floor as a reaction

but he’s also still Bambam, so sometimes, in the middle of the night when you’re still up you will find him lying in a corner of the living room in an impossible position with his body twisted in ways you didn’t know a cat could move, and derping at you with his tongue hanging out of his mouth sideways and one of his eyes being half open while he snores loudly yes he sleeps like this

Yugyeom:

grey little kitty that looks big because of his relatively long fur

blue eyes since birth that everyone loves him for

they also help him fool people into thinking he’s a cat you’d totally wanna own

honestly though, if you don’t have a bunch of extra time on your hands you really don’t want to own him

needs so much attention

acts like he’s dying every time you have to leave home and you can hear his cries even after closing the door behind you

is also overjoyed and will start climbing your legs to make sure you’re never leaving again after you come back (even if you were just away for like a minute to get the mail)

you really need to train him a lot to be able to stay away for a longer amount of time

whenever you’re home you always have this feeling in your gut that you’re being watched

turn around and chances are you’ll find him sitting on some surface across the room, watching you intently

comes running up to you for pets and cuddles at least ten times a day

the upside of this is that he will never ever feel overstimulated and lash out at you for petting him too much

the downside is that you can barely do stuff because chances are if he isn’t watching you, he’ll be in the way, sprawling all over your things and your arms and then still expect you to be able to pet him

you can often come to an agreement though, having him doze off in your lap and petting him with one hand, so you can at least use the other hand to do things

if you take your second hand away for a while he’ll gently put his paw on it to signal that you should keep petting him

loud

so damn loud

will meow and whine and cry all day every day if he isn’t getting enough attention

also has a crippling fear of the vet

whenever you have to take him there you need to hold him the whole time, or he’d just nyoom out of there and hide somewhere narrow where neither you nor the vet nor his assistance nor any other human being can reach him

sometimes in the middle of the night he will meow in front of your bedroom door because he wants cuddles right now

better let him in or he’ll start scratching your door and you’ll have marks all over it by morning

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daadddysprincessss · 5 years ago

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Scream (REPOST)

Michael Langdon x reader

Summary: basically the scene from scream where billy climbs through Sidney’s window but changed up to present time stuff - lmao

Warnings: making out, recording, knife play, fingering, daddy kink , breeding kink, mention of blood

Word count: 2.3k

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You were sitting at your desk working on your assignment that was due in a few hours, you could feel your eyes getting tired from staring at the screen - you pulled out your phone and saw a snapchat from your boyfriend Michael, you swiped up unlocking your phone and opening the app - Michael had sent you the typical ‘chillin at home’ snap, which involved him in pj bottoms and watching a movie. You snapchatted him back with a picture of your screen and captioning it ‘send help - before I pass out...lol’ you sent the snap and put your phone down.

You had been working forever, or at least that's what it feels like - you stood up from your desk to stretch your legs. You heard branches snapping from outside your window, you turned your head slowly and walked towards the opened window, you placed your hands on the windowsill getting ready to peak out -

“Boo” Michaels voice came from the darkness - his hands grazed over yours

“shit -” you yelped as you jumped back - “Michael, what the fuck” you held your chest

Michael started to laugh as he crawled through your window - “it occurred to me that I never climbed through your window before” he smiled

“Well now that it's out of your system” you laughed “and you’re lucky my parents aren’t home” you teased

“Thank goodness” Michael laughed, he walked to the edge of your bed taking a seat

“What were you doing out so late anyways??” you asked

“I was watching scream and it got me thinking about you” Michael smirked “and gave me the idea to climb through your window”

You walked towards Michael, taking a seat on his lap - draping your legs over his knee “that’s cute, in a fucked up kinda way” you smiled

Michael ran his hand up your shin, stopping at the top of your knee - you looked at Michael’s face to see his piercing blue eyes staring back at you, he brought his other hand up to your face, pushing a stray piece of hair out of your eyes. Your eyes flickered to his full lips and back to his eyes, your tongue darted out licking at your bottom lip - your lips parted slightly as your breath deepened - Michael quickly pushed forward, his lips landing on yours. You kissed him back gently, opening your mouth just enough for his bottom lip - you bit against him softly, hearing small moans escape his parted lips. Michael’s hand moved from your face to your neck, gripping gently - your tongue swiped his bottom lip, begging for entrance - you were quickly cut off by Michael’s grip tightening around your throat - throwing you onto your back against the bed. Your eyes widen - not out of fear but out of excitement - you sat up to pull Michael on top of you, he placed his hand around your throat holding you down in place, he applied the smallest amount of pressure on your pharynx - just enough to let you breathe. Michael hovered above you, he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your lips - your head pushed up wanting more, but Michael’s grip tightened, not allowing you to breathe for a moment, your hands went to Michael’s - tapping the back of his hand asking to breath.

“Use your words”

“P-ple-ase” you managed to get out - you could feel the air leaving your lungs slowly

Michael smirked above you as he loosened his grip - he leaned down again, kissing your lips softly - he started to bite at your bottom lip, as his other hand travel down your body, kneading at your breast softly - Michael pulled back from the kiss as his hand left your body for a moment, you went to lift your head for another kiss, but was quickly met with a sharp cold blade against your neck, he trailed the blade down the middle of your throat to the top of your collar bone-

“I could easily slit your throat right now..” Michael spoke softly as he dragged the blade back up to your throat - he used the back of the blade and dragged it across your throat - “see it’s that easy”

Your eyes were wide and your breathing deepened - “Michael - what are you doing?” your voice was shaky

“Were gonna make a movie baby and I wanna hear you scream”

“A movie?” your brows were furrowed

“Yeah baby - a scary movie.” Michael said calmly to you in a mocking tone - “now get undressed.”

Michael removed the knife from your throat giving you enough room to sit up, you slowly removed your pj shorts, you slid them down your legs slowly as Michael stood back and watched you-

“my panties to?” you asked softly

“Leave them on”

You nodded slowly - you hooked your fingers underneath your shirt pulling the fabric off slowly, and tossing the shirt beside Michael, you placed your hands on the tops of your thighs.

“No bra? Good girl”

You could admit Michael calling you a good girl made you blush a little

You watched Michael’s hand go to his back pocket to grab his phone, while keeping the hunting knife pointed at you. Michael opened up the camera on his phone and pointed it at you - “Open your mouth for daddy like the good girl you are.”

You did as you were told, opening your mouth slowly, and slightly sticking your tongue out, Michael tilted his head and smiled at you, he lifted his phone making sure to get your mouth in the shot - he slowly placed the tip of the blade on your tongue, gently dragging the blade down your tongue, and across your bottom lip.

“I wanna hear you beg.”

Your breathing started to become heavy and fast - “p-please”

“Come on baby, beg daddy for your life” Michael spoke softly as he started to drag the blade down you throat

“P-please daddy.” your voice was shaky “please don’t hurt me”

Michael smirked at your plea, “pathetic” he scoffed - he started to drag the blade down your chest, in between your breasts - “mmmm” michael moaned deeply

Your chest started to rise and lower faster, slightly out of fear - “please, please, please, don’t kill me” you begged

Michael kept lowering the blade down your stomach - stopping just above your panties, he moved his phone up to your face “get up and bend over”

You scooted back away from Michael, you got on your knees and turned around, but before you could fully bend over you felt Michael’s cold hand on your back, pushing you down.

“Fuck” you spoke breathlessly

You felt the blade drag up your back, stopping at your ass - you turned your head just enough to see Michael, you watched devilish grin grow across his face. He leaned down to your ass, placing a light kiss on your skin - you wiggled your hips slightly from the feeling of his soft lips - Michael quickly bit down hard on your soft skin, causing you to whimper.

“you see angel, that sound, its music to my ears.”

Michael took the knife again and skimmed it over the backs of your thighs - he slowly pulled your thigh, stopping directly above your clothed cunt. Michael placed his phone down, but kept it facing up as he used his other hand and bunched your panties together to cut them - when the fabric broke of your panties, he slowly pushed your panties up your body. Michael picked up his phone, and aimed it directly at your cunt - he took the blade again and dragged it over your cunt - your body twitched at the feel of the cool steal,

“Twitching already angel?”

“Im sorry daddy” you spoke softly

Michael placed the knife down beside you, he grazed his fingertips over your slit, coating his fingers in your wetness -

“I can’t believe how wet you are already, I’ve barely even touched you” - Michael ran his fingers over your clit, massaging against it gently. He moved his hand back up your slit - slowly inserting a finger, he began to pump his finger inside you stopping at the knuckle, he slowly pulled his finger back out and brought his hand to his face - he licked his finger to taste you, “mmm” he let out a low moan. Michael brought his hand back down to your cunt, beginning to slowly finger you, after a few pumps in with one finger, he added another, still keeping a slow teasing pace - “let’s see how many fingers daddy can fit in this perfect little cunt”

“Oh fuck” you moaned softly,

You started to bite your bottom lip at the feeling of Michael fingering you -

“Moan louder for the camera angel”

Michael added another finger into your cunt, he began to pick up the pace - fingering you faster. He went to add another, almost fitting 4 fingers in you - but your legs began to shake as you moaned out loudly from the full feeling in your cunt.

“Please fuck me daddy” you moaned out

Michael quickly pulled his fingers from your cunt, sliding his hand down to your clit massaging against it gently -

“Oh fu” you moaned out

Michael removed his hand from your body - “such a pretty little cunt you have angel”

Michael’s hand slapped your cunt making you jolt forward - he began to massage your clit at a fast pace, making your legs twitch-

“Come on angel, tell the people how good daddy is treating you right now”

You moaned out as Michael’s hand moved back to your cunt, he started to finger you - his movements were fast as he pumped 2 fingers into you.

“Oh fuck - im gonna” you moaned out

Your cunt started to clench around Michael’s fingers as he pumped in and out - he quickly removed his fingers from you leaving you completely empty.

“I don’t remember you asking if you could cum.”

“I-im sorry Michael.” you whined

Michael placed his free hand on your hip - you could feel your wetness on his fingers - he gripped your hip, flipping you over so you were facing him. “Legs up”

You lifted your legs up, following Michaels orders - Michael stepped back with his phone in hand, making sure his phone got everything. He pointed the camera at you while he started to undo his belt, he quickly pulled his belt off and dropped his pants along with his boxers -

“Look at your pretty little cunt on display for me”

“It’s all for you daddy” you spoke softly

“All for daddy? It fucking better be all for me”

You started to blush slightly at Michaels words -

Michael used one hand pulling at your ankles - you slid down the bed, which caused your cut up panties to roll up higher - when Michael’s cock was lined up at the entrance of your cunt, he leaned over you to grab the hunting knife-

“Now I wanna hear you scream.” Michael growled as he placed the knife against your throat

You tilted your head back, trying not to show fear - Michael placed your ankles on his shoulders, and quickly slammed into you. He started at teasingly slow pace, slowly pulling out of you, but still leaving the tip in you - Michael placed his phone near your face, making sure to get your expressions as he slowly slammed into you, and slowly pulled out. Your head pushed back into the bed - Michael pushed the blade closer to your throat the further you pushed away - your lips started to part as if you were about to make a sound - Michael quickly slammed back into you - causing a small whimper to leave your lips-

“I said I want to hear you fucking scream.” Michael spit through the grit of his teeth as he pushed the balde harder onto you

“HOLY FUCK” you screamed out - you moved your head slightly, and the blade scratched against your skin, cutting you a little

Michael tilted his head and smiled at the sight of the blood dripping down your neck - he began to pick up his pace, thrusting into you harder each time.

“Fuck Michael - please” you cried out

Michael pushed his phone into your face, showing the tears building up in your eyes from the whimpers and moans leaving your lips. Michael pulled his phone from your face, he aimed it at your breasts bouncing as he thrusts into you - he started to drag the blade from your throat to in between your breasts, he started to push the tip of the blade into your skin - but not hard enough to pierce your skin.

“Michael - may I cum, please” you whined

“Wrong name angel, Michael isn’t here right now. Only daddy is here”

“Daddy - may I please cum” you moaned out desperately

Michael’s hips snapped into you a few more times before answering - you could feel his cock twitching inside you, he was ready to cum

“Cum for daddy my sweet angel”

Michael placed the blade back at your throat, he began to thrust harder into you as your cunt clenched around him - within second’s you were quickly cuming

“Daaaaddddyyyy” you screamed out

You orgasm triggered Michael’s almost instantly - his thrusts became sloppier, his hand that clenched his phone started to shake -

“I'm going to fill you with my seed angel”

Michael collapsed on top of you as he came, making sure to fill you up - his breathing was deep and shaky.

“Now thank daddy for filling you up”

“Thank you filling me up with you cum daddy” you spoke softly

Michael slowly pulled out of you - he watched his cum leak out of you, he gathered some on his fingers and brought them up to your mouth - you opened your mouth taking his fingers in, making sure the clean his cum off his fingers, you moaned at the taste-

“You’re such a good girl for daddy aren’t you”

You nodded your head with a huge smile across your face

Michael got up and tossed the hunting knife on the floor next to his pants, he laid back down beside you, pulling you into him-

“You’re daddy’s little angel”

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jaskierswolf · 4 years ago

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The Viscount and The Witcher pt.3/4

(Note: Reposted from my old blog. The rest can be found on my Ao3 or on my pinned masterlist)

Geralt visited the Lettenhove Estate on a regular basis after that fateful day. He hadn’t intended to. He’d intended to forget all about Viscount Julian and Dandelion the bard, but the man had wormed his way into Geralt’s head, like poison in his veins. Dandelion, Julian just didn’t suit him, wrote him letters every time Geralt found himself in the area and Geralt gritted his teeth and mounted Roach every single damned time. The first time he’d ridden in the opposite direction for about ten minutes before he’d noticed a patch on cornflowers at the side of the road. He’d sworn and turned Roach around to help clear an arachnomorph infestation from the kitchen.

The monstrous spiders had turned out to be just normal house spiders, big ones but still easy to squish under one’s boot. Dandelion had whimpered about spiders being scary and had practically jumped into Geralt’s arms when one had started to crawl up his leg. Geralt had rolled his eyes but allowed the Viscount to cling to him. He didn’t stink of fear despite his act of jumpy cowardliness but Geralt didn’t call him out on it. He was rather amused by the whole scenario and he left the castle with a purse filled with coin, not a bad reward for killing some spiders.

The next claim was a bruxa in the wine cellar. The bruxa had been a friend of Dandelion’s, stark naked with dark hair tumbling down in front of her breasts. Geralt had taken one look at her tanned skin and turned back out of the wine cellar, Dandelion babbling excuses after him.

After that had been a werewolf in the shed which had turned out to be a large dog.

Then a harpy nest on the roof which was just chicken eggs in a bundle of straw.

Each time Dandelion would follow Geralt around like a sad lost puppy. He would insist on feeding Geralt, or ordering him a bath if he was looking too travel worn. Geralt grew used to having the blond’s vibrant blue eyes watching him as he undressed, he enjoyed the casual touches to his arms and chest. Dandelion didn’t even seem to realise he was doing it. Every time that Geralt was close, those soft gentle hands would reach out, brushing a strand of hair from his face, or squeezing his arm, or stroking across his shoulder as they passed each other.

Geralt had even begun to call the man his friend, in the privacy of his own mind.

Dandelion had now claimed that a dragon was terrorising a local farm. Geralt didn’t even hunt dragons and yet he still found himself galloping off to meet Dandelion at his estate. He didn’t think too much into it. He told himself that if he didn’t go then it would inevitably be the one time that Dandelion was telling the truth.

The wannabe troubadour was standing by the entrance to the manor as he galloped up the path to the house. He dismounted from Roach whilst she was still slowing to a walk and landed on the ground with ease. Roach whinnied and trotted around the front of the house towards the stables, she’d been here enough time by now that she’d learnt where the best hay was.

“Geralt!” Dandelion greeted with a charming smile. “I’m so glad you could make it.”

Dandelion flung his arms around Geralt’s neck. Geralt grunted but returned the hug, enjoying the soothing scent of lavender that always hung to the Viscount. He resisted burying his nose in the crook of Dandelion’s neck, that was too much temptation. How would he restrain himself from peppering the soft skin with kisses, from leaving dark bruising marks beneath the soft blond curls that tickled his jaw?

Instead, Geralt pushed the Viscount away and scowled at him.

“A dragon?” Geralt asked with a quirk of his eyebrow. “Really?”

Dandelion flushed prettily under his cobolt blue hat. It was a striking colour on the Viscount that made his eyes shine and sparkle against his skin. Geralt’s throat went dry as he allowed his gaze to drink in the sight of the blond. Dandelion preened under the attention like a fancy peacock.

He was truly a sight to behold.

“Well.” Dandelion sulked. “It might have been a forktail?”

“In other words a goat with wings stuck to it.” Geralt surmised.

Dandelion gasped and placed a hand on his heart. He stumbled backwards slightly and his hat almost fell from his head. “Geralt” He whined. “At least ride out to the village with me, my dear witcher.”

Geralt rolled his eyes. “Roach is tired. We rode hard to get here. Dragons are dangerous beasts.”

Roach was fine.

He’d only been in the next town over. He wasn’t even sure why he’d said it.

“Oh of course.” Dandelion beamed at him and put a hand on his hips. His tongue flicked out and brushed his lower lip. He had a habit of doing that and it drove Geralt mad. “Well you are more than welcome to rest here for a while. Food? A glass of wine perhaps? Or maybe some company?” Dandelion practically purred.

“Food would be good.” Geralt agreed, his stomach rumbling as if it had heard the Viscount’s words.

Dandelion pouted but ushered Geralt into the house. “It’s too early for dinner but Hanna won’t mind if we raid the kitchens. Come Geralt.”

The kitchen was warm, just like at Kaer Morhen, and the aroma of freshly baked bread and sweet buns filled the room. Geralt hummed contently. There was something incredibly grounding about the smell of freshly baked bread. Dandelion flitted around the kitchen with ease, searching the cupboards for some plates.

“I haven’t done this since I was a child.” He admitted, smiling brighter than the sun. “Hanna used to smack me over the bottom if she caught me stealing sweet buns.”

Geralt chuckled. “Well I’m not doing that so get it out of your head.”

Dandelion’s heart raced in his chest. “Geralt!”

“Dandelion?” He smirked.

“You bloody tease.” The Viscount muttered under his breath and carried on his search around the kitchen.

Eventually there were two plates pile high with pork pies, cheese, and honey covered rolls. Geralt moaned as he bit into the first pork pie. It was delicious. The Viscount’s cook was clearly a very talented woman.

Dandelion’s face was colour of roses and he nibbled his own plate of food. After a few minutes of eating in silence Dandelion sighed dramatically and swept his hat from off his head. “Gosh it’s hot in here!”

He fanned himself with his hat before abandoning it in favour of undoing the buttons on his doublet. Geralt watched, entranced by the Viscount’s fingers as they nimbly made light work of the buttons.

He swallowed and frowned before shaking his head.

“So the dragon?” He asked through mouthful of pastry. “What type?”

Dandelion’s melodic laughter filled the room and Geralt’s heart. “Why a golden dragon of course!” He announced with a wave of his hand.

Geralt pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Dandelion!” He snapped.

“What?” The Viscount whined.

“Golden dragons don’t exist. They are just a myth.” Geralt growled.

“Oh.” Dandelion stuck his tongue out as he thought. “Could have been a red dragon?”

It turned out that the ‘dragon’ was a horse… with wings created out of old doublets and sticks. One of the villages was riding the horse with a torch burning in his hand and yelling at anyone who came near the stables.

Geralt threw Dandelion an exasperated look. The Viscount just pouted at him and fluttered his eyelashes.

“Well it’s not my fault there haven’t been any real monsters recently.” Dandelion’s hand lingered on his arm.

The setting sunlight hit the blond curls on top of Dandelion’s head. Geralt tilted his head as he gazed at his friend. He gently removed the Viscount’s blue bonnet and tucked it under his arm, then he captured a lock of blond hair in his fingers, just liked he’d seen the viscount do on many occasions. It was just as soft as he’d imagined, the curls springing back into place once he released them.

Dandelion was staring at him openmouthed, blue eyes shimmering in the light of the setting sun. “Geralt?”

“Hmm?”

The Viscount’s heart was thundering in his chest, his sweet lavender scent grew only sweeter under Geralt’s touch. “What are you doing, my dear?”

Geralt blinked at the question and pulled his hand away.

“There’s no dragon.” He replied sternly. “Farewell, Dandelion.”

Dandelion sighed forlornly. “Farewell, my darling.”

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Dandelion was slowly going crazy stuck in his old castle. It had been three years since he’d first met Geralt. Over the last three years he’d played his part perfectly. He summoned the witcher at least once a year with cries for help and pretend monsters. Geralt rode out to meet him every single time. Dandelion was sure that Geralt knew his monsters were fake, that was part of the game, and yet every time Geralt insisted on focussing on his hunt and ignoring Dandelion’s propositions.

Well, not ignoring them entirely.

Dandelion didn’t miss the way the witcher looked at him like he was the sweetest chocolate to be unwrapped, amber eyes dark with hunger and lust.

And yet the damned surly witcher had never acted on it.

Dandelion had practically thrown himself into the witcher’s lap, begged him to take him away on one of his adventures, pleaded with him to allow Dandelion to be more. He needed more, more than this house, more than this life.

Geralt’s fiery eyes and silver hair haunted his dreams. Dandelion had woken up many a time with Geralt’s name falling from his lips, false memories and Geralt’s gruff voice whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

His choice in lovers had shifted since meeting the witcher. He found himself drawn more to well built men over pretty maidens with perky bottoms and luscious golden locks. There was just this itch that he couldn’t scratch, no matter who he bedded. He was pretty sure it had something to do with the way his heart skipped a beat every time Geralt galloped up to the house on Roach.

He hit his head on his desk and moaned.

“My Lord Viscount. What you are asking is preposterous!” His lawyer gasped, dumbfounded.

“Kings and Queens can abdicate.” Dandelion answered firmly. “I have had enough!”

“There is no coming back from this Viscount Julian.” The lawyer countered. “If you regret it—”

“I won’t fucking regret it!” Dandelion insisted. “There must be some cousin or other distant relative.”

“You’ll lose everything.”

Dandelion hit the desk with his fist. “I simply don’t care!”

“Viscount Julian. I beg you, please reconsider.”

Dandelion glared fiercely at the other man. “I should have run away when I had the chance. I was going to you know. I had clothes stuffed into my lute case and ready to go, but I didn’t. You’ve had me trapped here for thirteen years but no more! I’m more than this, this place.” He threw his hands up and gestured at the study.

But the fool still wasn’t listening. Dandelion stood up and declared the meeting over. He was going to get his lute and leave.

It was time.

He could follow Geralt’s trace on the path.

He could track him down and they could travel together. Maybe he’d actually see a real monster for once.

That was if Geralt even let him come with him. He hoped he would. The witcher did always come when he called for him. That had to mean something, but if it meant something then why did he always push Dandelion’s affections away like he’d been burned? Dandelion scoffed. It wasn’t as if he was repulsive, he was well aware of his good looks and he knew when someone was attracted to him. Maybe Geralt thought that Dandelion was just out for a good fuck. It may have started like that but after three years surely Geralt could see how much their little games meant to Dandelion? For someone that was observant, Geralt really could be an oblivious brute.

He sighed.

Maybe it was time to give up the games. He’d showed his hand over and over again. Geralt could have no doubt about Dandelion’s intentions. He was really quite in love with the witcher. He flirted, he danced, he preened, all to gain moments of the witcher’s attention. Seconds of pure torturous bliss when Geralt would smile dangerously and lavish Dandelion with flirtatious words that made him feel weak and wanton.

No.

It was the witcher’s turn now. Dandelion was done with wearing his heart on his sleeve for scraps of the witcher’s attention.

The witcher would come to him, wherever that may be.

“Viscount Julian! Wait!” The mousy man called him back. “A compromise, if you please.”

Dandelion cursed and turned back to face the man with his hands on his hips. “Go on.”

“Your cousin will take over the estate in your absence, but you will remain Viscount by title. You will need to return to the estate once a year, and you will need to stay here for a little while until your cousin arrives.”

Dandelion narrowed his eyes at the man and sighed. Spring was just around the corner. He could enjoy the warmth of his house until then. There was no point freezing to death just to be spiteful. “Two weeks. No more.”

He turned his back with a toss of his hair and practically skipped out of the room.

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solitaria-fantasma · 4 years ago

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Interview With The Muse!

( repost; DON’T reblog )

. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?: “Vivi Yukino! Or Vi. Or Viv. But only Arthur gets to call me Viv.”

. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?: “Vivienne, but if you call me that, I will steal your kneecaps.”

. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU WERE CALLED THAT?: “I had some great-aunt who my mom really looked up to, so she named me after her.”

. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN?: “Taken!”

. HAVE ANY ABILITIES OR POWERS?: “I apparently have magical, ancestral Elsa powers, but Mystery won’t let me experiment with them too much yet, so I’m not sure exactly what I can do with them.”

. WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOR?: “A stunning, beautiful blue!”

. HOW ABOUT YOUR HAIR COLOR? : “A slightly-less-stunning-but-still-beautiful blue!”

. HAVE YOU ANY FAMILY MEMBERS?: “Yep! There’s my dad, my mom, my grandma, Aunt Leigh, Aunt Himari, Uncle Sora, and my baby cousin Kazu!”

. OH? WHAT ABOUT PETS?: “Huh...would Mystery really count? He’s much more of a roommate than a pet these days. We have Yoshiko, too, but she usually stays at my mom’s.”

. THAT’S COOL I GUESS, NOW TELL ME SOMETHING THAT YOU'RE BAD AT: “Uuugghh, I’m terrible at remembering shit unless it’s written down. Lewis has to leave little sticky notes all around the apartment for me, and Arthur always has to text me lists for everything, or I’m guaranteed to forget something important.”

. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES YOU LIKE DOING?: “I like doing tarot readings when I’ve got the time (in between all the ghost hunting and mystery solving)! I’ve also volunteered as security at a few conventions in the nearby city. They give you free admission, so long as you help keep the con floor nice and peaceful!”

. EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE? : “Yes, and the majority of them have been in self-defence, thank you!”

. EVER….KILLED ANYONE BEFORE? : “Does a literally bloodthirsty, homicidal jubokko count? Because if so, that one was also in self-defence.”

. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS: “I bite my nails when I’m thinking hard, but like, only my thumb nails? I’m really trying to stop - the rough edges keep catching on my sweater cuffs and fraying them to hell.”

. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE AT ALL?: “Lewis. Have you seen that man? He’s huge! Ahahah, but seriously, I really look up to my Aunt Leigh. She’s just out there vibing with her sheep, living her best life and doing what she loves. That’s what I’m trying to do!”

. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL? : “Not anymore. I graduated, and I’m NOT going back!”

. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF?: “Forgetting the people important to me. As if it’s not bad enough that my memory is normally swiss cheese...”

. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR?: “Big, comfy sweaters because I used to always feel cold, and pleated skirts because they make me feel pretty but also don’t get tangled up in my legs when I need to book it.”

. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE?: “Several someones, yes.”

. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE?: “I can count them on both hands, but that’s okay! They’re all really GOOD friends!”

. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE?: “Pumpkin or bust.”

. FAVORITE DRINK?: “This baller strawberry-banana-marshmellow smoothie Lewis makes in the summer. ‘Not a year-round recipe’ my left foot.”

. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE?: “Anywhere, so long as I have my boys with me.”

. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE?: “Several someones~ Wink, wink.”

. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN?: “Lake, please! Science can map the bottom of a lake, but science has barely touched the ocean. No thanks!”

. CAMPING OR INDOORS?: “Indoors. Camping is fun, but the novelty wears off pretty fast, for me. Especially if it rains.”

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flamehairedwritings · 6 years ago

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Sweet As Sugar

Characters: Chief Jim Hopper x Female Reader

Words: 774

Rating: M, 16+ only

A/N: For Hallowe’en Prompts 2018! Thank you so much to the anon who requested:

‘Oh goodness, can we get a lil Halloween night loving with Hop? Just handing out candy and watching spooky movies and kissing on the couch? 🧡🖤’

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Please don’t copy, steal or repost my work; credit does not count.

“Trick or treat!”

You grin upon opening the door to a giggling ghost, a sparkly witch and a tired werewolf.

“Wow, don’t you all look great! I love your wand.” You nod at the twigs the witch is holding, seemingly only held together at this point in the evening by a glob of glitter and the little girl’s joy.

“Thank you, I used it to turn Dada into a werewolf!”

You share a sympathetic smile with the sighing werewolf as you hold out the bowl of candy in your hands to his eclectic offspring. They giggle as they take a handful and stuff them into their bags with a loud ‘Thank youuu!’ before turning and darting back down the path.

“Have a nice evening!” you call out as their father races after them, a few patches of stuck-on hair left in his wake.

Ah, Hallowe’en.

Your smile lingers as you close the door and move back into the living room, taking your own handful of candy on the way.

“So,” you announce as you enter, placing the bowl on the coffee table. “That was our seventh witch, fifth ghost and third werewolf of the evening.”

“And your tenth mound of candy.”

“Our tenth mound,” you correct as you resume your position on the couch.

Jim Hopper’s mouth twitches as you offer him the candy, his arm returning to its place around you.

“Damn right ‘our’,” he murmurs as he takes one and somehow manages to unwrap it with one hand, popping it into his mouth and flicking the wrapper onto the coffee table.

You struggle to open your own choice of candy with two hands as you settle your head on his chest, your gaze on the TV screen.

“What did I miss?”

“He’s actually a werewolf.” Without moving his eyes from the screen, Hopper takes the candy from your hands and unwraps it for you, one handed, flicking the wrapper away as you murmur a thank you.

“I knew it,” you say as you chew, your fist settling under your chin. “Is he gonna eat her?”

“Yeah. She’s run off into the middle of the woods, of course.”

“Of course.”

You fall silent as you both watch the screaming woman jog through the trees, stumbling over every other step.

“Would you eat me if you were a werewolf?” you ask, reaching for another candy.

“Of course.”

“What?”

“I don’t think I’d be able to control it, baby, I’d hunt you down straight away.”

“Right, that’s it, I’m leaving you.”

Swinging your legs off the couch, the corners of your mouth twitching, you push yourself up onto your feet and start to round the coffee table when you feel his hands on your hips. Tugging you back, he pulls you down, his arm encircling your waist as he turns you in one swift movement and presses you down on to the couch.

Biting at the inside of your cheeks in an unsuccessful attempt to hide a smile as he leans over you, you arch an eyebrow.

“I can’t believe you said you’d eat me with no hesitation. I’m meant to be the love of your life, Hopper.”

“How’s that so hard to believe, sweetheart,” he murmurs, lowering his head to brush his lips up your jaw. “I already know how sweet you taste.”

Your mouth drops open with a delighted smile and an only slightly shocked gasp as you draw your head back to gaze at him.

“Chief Hopper, such crude words and it’s not even eight o’clock.”

His arm tightens around you as he tries to suppress his own smile, ducking his head and mouthing languidly at your neck to distract you. It works. Biting at your lower lip, your eyes close as his warm kisses have your back starting to arch and your hands gliding over his shoulders. You hum low in your throat as his teeth graze over your skin, and you can’t stop yourself from rolling your hips up —

The doorbell chimes.

A wide smile spreads across your lips as he releases a long sigh into the crook of your neck. Wiggling a little as you shift to try and get your legs out from under him, you expect him to move.

He does not.

Instead, you feel his lips brush along your collarbone and his hand grip your hip.

“Hopper...”

The doorbell chimes again.

“Trick or treat!”

“Hop—“

You break off with a sharp gasp and a breathless smile as his teeth gently sink into your skin.

“Ignore it,” he murmurs into your ear, his hand sliding under your shirt. “I’m about to have my own treat.”

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afewmarvelousthoughts · 6 years ago

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Stay Ch. 3

(This is a repost because of tumblr’s stupid thing about links being in posts. I want to be sure the people who wanted tags see this.)

Master List: @afewmarvelousthoughtsadmin

Pairing: Natasha X Reader (Female)

Summary: You have a gift, the ability to see other people’s innermost secrets. For years you used it to gather intel for the highest bidder when you take on The Widow. After she becomes more than a mark the two of you spend years stealing moments. Post snap you wait in your designated meeting place, look back on the sordid past you share with the woman you love and hope against everything that she’s still alive.

Warnings: References to murder I guess?

A/N: Ah, my poor OC/Reader. So infatuated. So stressed. So about to be in over her head.

(Also, to my knowledge we don’t know exactly when MCU Natasha graduated from The Red Room so I picked an age that worked for my story.)

Tags are open!

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Natasha didn’t seem to notice the clear signals she projected nor that your unique brain absorbed each and every one. Or if she did she hid it. She sits back on the bed crossing her legs and gathering the rest of the little vodka bottles to her.

“So,” she asks opening another, “just what kind of freak are you?” Your brows raise in a silent question. “Born freak or made freak.”

“Never met a made freak…” Something to dig into, “Though in all fairness never met a born one either. Never met anyone like me.”

“Born, then?”

“Yeah.”

“Alabama?”

You’re genuinely surprised, “Damn, spot on there.”

“I’m a made freak,” she downs the bottle.

“Oh?” You steel yourself, “What exactly…”

“I’m a weapon.” She forms a gun with her fingers and aims it at you, “A damn good one.”

The tension in you releases, you thought she was going to reveal some power, an ability like your own. “Is that so bad?” She just shrugs.

Silence hangs thick for a few minutes. “Alright,” your voice feels like a gunshot, “let’s get to work.” She just stares at you, “I’m good but like any hunting dog I need to be pointed in a direction. You’ve got to have some ideas about who’s put this bounty on you.”

“That’s a long list.”

“I don’t sleep much,” you shrug and flash her a smile. “Come on,” you pull the notepad by the phone to you and the hotel pen, “start listing potentials.”

Over an hour later your head is spinning. “How fucking long have you been at this?” You were both born in ’84… only 20… but you’d lived so many lifetimes by then and there was no question she had too.

“Graduated at 14,” she says nonchalantly.

“Graduated?”

“From The Red Room. Been working since.”

You ran a hand over your face, letting out a long sigh. “So in six years-“

“That’s from the last two.”

“Fuck me,” you groan, she laughs and you can’t help but smile. “Ok, you’re obviously not done, so keep going.”

Natasha takes a deep breath before listing more names of people and syndicates. It becomes like static as your brain searches for pertinent information, “The Yugo Brotherhood, then there’s-“

“Stop,” you hold up your hand to pause. Eidetic memory, was the best word for it, though it didn’t quite cover it. Anything you absorb you can, for better or worse, recall with pinpoint accuracy. Great for your job. Terrible for being a functional human. “You took out the fucking Cobra didn’t you?!” Just a shrug.

“Need another drink?” Natasha asks, a small smile playing on her lips.

You hold out your glass, “Make it a double.” Your fingers brush over her’s as she hands the glass back to you and a shiver climbs up your spine, “Thank you.” After a sip you take a deep breath and close your eyes, pulling up everything you have on the Yugoslavian Brotherhood.

Names and dates begin pouring out, your hand racing across the pages in your short form, scrawling out the information. Tearing off the page and going on to the next, you’re like a machine. Then your hand starts sketching the outline of a face, a man, automatic. You stop yourself as it’s not necessary.

Natasha was hovering over watching, fascinated. You hadn’t noticed her. Three pages in her hands.

“Sorry, I kinda zone out once this,” you tap your forehead, “get’s going.”

“You just… remembered all of this?” She looks at the pages, trying to decipher them.

“Mhm, part of the package.” You reach for the pages, “You won’t be able to decode those.”

She flashes you a side glance, “This is short for, underworld,” she points to the mix of symbols letters. “Don’t assume,” she hands them to you and sits on the opposite side of the table.

“Impressive.”

“Well made,” she says dryly.

- Post Snap -

You stare at the dark screen of your phone. Willing it to light up. Any number, any country, you’d answer. Because maybe…

The sun was setting. A few stragglers had wandered into the hotel, all looking dazed, lost. Did you look like that? Did it matter?

You let your mind wander back.

It didn’t take you long to narrow in on what mercs would have picked up the Brotherhood’s hit the fastest…

- Nov. 2004 -

“That doesn’t sound like a suicide mission at all,” your stare is incredulous.

“I can handle myself.”

“Yeah, no one is disputing that. But you don’t have-“

“Enough,” she pushes past you and it takes every ounce of self-control for you to not grab her.

It turned out that the hit on Natasha had indeed been put on her by the Brotherhood. The day before you had pulled corroborating information from two different men that Europe’s top two mercs had picked up that the Widow was in Vienna. Rather than risk going after her solo they were apparently teaming up, willing to split the sizable bounty for the glory of taking her out. She didn’t want to wait, was instead determined to crash their makeshift HQ.

You had spent the better part of the last three hours pointing out to her the obvious issues. They would have home-field advantage, there were at least two of them, they were both skilled killers. She of course scoffed, she was better than them and would be sending their head’s to the Brotherhood as a clear message.

Leaning against the door you watch her gear up, teeth grinding, brain whirring trying to find any way to get her to stop. Natasha was unquestionably exceptional at what she did, but in this instance, she was being arrogant.

Done covering her body in a small arsenal she stares you down. You don’t move. “Please,” she sighs, “don’t make me move you, Y/N.”

“If you die that’s on me,” she won’t meet your eyes.

“If you feel guilt over the consequences of a job well done you need to find a new line of work.” When she finally looks back it’s as though she’s donned a mask, “Now, get out of my fucking way.” You do, even though you feel like you’re moving through wet concrete.

Natasha opens the door with more force than necessary and steps out before pausing. She looks back at you, “Thank you… for the information. I won’t forget what I owe you.” Then she’s gone.

You collapse into a chair, head in your hands. For three days you had worked to dig up as much information as you possibly could to find just what kind of trouble she had gotten herself into. Unsurprisingly, it was all a tangled mess. But you had also spent much of that time with her.

At first, you thought she would be vapid, boring, just a gun in a pretty dress. Now you weren’t sure if you were happy or livid that she was anything but.

In lulls between research and tracking down sources you both hardly slept, instead, you just ate junk, guzzled caffeine, and talked about your favorite books, artists, music. Turned out she had a soft spot for classic rock and Anais Nin, both of which utterly surprised you.

One of the definite upsides to your ability was being able to tell if someone was lying to you, or fronting, she had done neither. Your exchange was candid, and you felt somehow honored that she chose to be real with you. In return you had been open with her, laying out what your original plan had been, telling her what information you needed to satisfy your S.H.I.E.L.D contact. Rather than having to pluck it from her she willingly gave you the intel.

It turned your stomach. The way The Red Room broke these girls to make them into weapons. Your own childhood hadn’t been a cake walk. Sold off to the highest bidder the moment your dad realized what useful skills you had and that plenty of underworld lowlives would be happy to have a handy little psychic on their side. But none of the brutality you had witnessed was calculated, none of it specifically formulated to break you, which somehow made it all less sinister in your mind.

All that she had been through and yet… deep under it all, there was something there, some spark, of humanity they couldn’t strip away. You felt it there every time she spoke about her own likes, every time you caught her glancing at you, every time you brushed against her (accidentally on purpose if you were being real).

You wanted to know her, really know her, you wanted- fuck. You get up and pace around the room. Anxiety growing with every circuit you make. Maybe an hour since she had left… enough time to get to their hideout… enough time for her to be…

“Goddammit!” You yell to nothing as you begin to gear up. Every sensible part of your brain is screaming at you. Lining up the reasons not to go after her, blasting them at full volume. But your brain wasn’t in control right now. Neither was your heart. This was your gut telling you something was going to go wrong, something you couldn’t live with.

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